Showing posts with label poem 20. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem 20. Show all posts

I only need a moment

I am pained to remember 
body is more than skin
more than this shared heat

and the way my mind turns

to rosy roaming mush 

when lavished 


with some softness–

It shocks me loose.

Stop, let me gather 


heaven in a handbasket 

I’ll come back to you

I only need a moment


to be in the notches of a hand 
to be one floor below and listening in
make space for a dawn dance
that decides to take all day
knowing you’re arriving 
by the feeling of blood moving slow
you never made it to the natural water source in Oaxaca
but that doesn’t mean you won’t ever get there

As Quiet As It Gets

Tonight, this is as quiet as it's ever going to be:
I will nod off to these keys clacking,
and/or my friend behind these pocket doors,
sliding on his chair, eating dinner at 2.20am.

Peace like resignation, an uneasy truce with sleep,
I barely need it, but if it's your gamble, your chip,
sleep is what I'll take.