diving
February 6, 2010 - 1:37 am
at times i lay my hands
on rough and smooth,
on rough and smooth
spots like hugging ants
with smooth sharp pincers
digging through. i lay
down in blue red sheets,
in blue red sheets
that spread across
my splintered fingers
diving deep inside, inside
the places where i’ll never know
the words you speak
at night that sing,
the words at night that sing. i
lay my hands across your heart
that beats in time with snow sharp
on pale white moon the stars
that hug you up and down,
and down, and down, and down. i
circle you with sticks that kiss
your punctured pieces down,
and down, as moonsets fall and slow.
i kiss you in the blue red sheets
as moonsets fall and slow.
