One of us gets her drink
and the other of us drinks it.
One of us thinks her thoughts
and the other of us lives them.
One of us loves her
the other of us drinks her blood.
One of us cannot live without her
the other of us plans her death.
One of us is she
and so is the other.
There he is again
In the moonlight outside her window
Watching, never leaning closer, never touching.
There he is again
In the moonlight outside her window
Watching, never leaning closer, never touching.
I watched the door close,
Heard its soft click.
Now,
My eyes sear,
I see as the wind feels.
My friends speak to me
Using words bent,
Screwed and
Wound through
Steel forming machines.
I answer with
Doorknobs,
Tire nuts and
Spaghetti ladles;
It is all the same to me.
It is a bluing evening on the waterfront
Blind cliffs by my shoulder black
Hasty footprints in the soft, damp sand
Painted flowers and the memory of her tears.
Run, Red Dress, run
Run to him
Down the hall,
‘Round the corner,
Through the door
To his bed.
Let your tongue dance
On his cheek and lips
Dance slow wind
Speak hot breath
Bear him away on waves of your kisses and
Deliver him again and again.
It is a moonscape: broken glass, oatmeal concrete, opaque shadows.
Still dim; eyelashes to break citrus, gold, yellow-
Tumbling down stairs, boxes flatten, dominoes fly,
Millipede arms, legs and fingers drumming.
Pictures wave on a curtain of wind,
Strobe lights, lasers and messages on the wall.
Broken down, white cat front-end transmission,
Stagger weighted motion, swinging outward counter-balance steel ball…
The smell of machine oil, the tap of feet
Passing overhead re-lock.
Cylinders revolve, levers catch, barrels rotate,
Meaning, vision and dreams return
Complete.
Start again the day.
With my eyes, I do not see everything.
There is so much in the time between isn’t
And is that I will never know.
Wondrous times of becoming,
Inchoate and virgin,
Mysterious and energetic.
But among us, I know there are those that do participate
In the birth of dawn, rising in the breath between heartbeats,
Each marvelous morning.
And witness the shift of winter to spring
In the way light changes focus in the
Prism of the sky.
As for me,
Last night it snowed,
This morning it rained,
This afternoon while my bedroom window burned
With the sun’s brilliant metallic fire
The trees out back unfolded their first green buds.
In hours, there will be more.
Tomorrow there will be leaves
And in a few days I will not be able to see through
The trees at all.
Today, a new leaf. A green one.