benevolent conduit,
luminous love.
Slip across my meridian
gently as milkweed
aloft.
Pillow me
wordlessly
in your blue.
Here below,
on this broken tor,
this spiny divide,
I cannot decide
to which ocean I flow.
Tethered eddy,
I pony-circle ride
heartbreak
again
&
again.
Unhitch me &
let me sigh into you,
slowly unfolding, unfencing
under cottonwood whispers high
& low trilling crickets and toads.
Hold me in the glow of late-night radio.
Incandescent brushes of your hand
smooth tear-matted curls.
Echoing shushes of snares
you breathe,
a willowy sax lullabies,
a piano skips stones easily~~
warm kisses
across the black air.
And the bass,
upright,
steadily keeps time:
There
There
There.
July 2008
you know, it's funny, i read this aloud and don't quite know where i'm going or even where i am but i feel the room boom and smell smells beyond me. it's a throatedness i don't know myself, an adult world. the language taking me as though it is a new pulse and this foreign adult has taken my body.
ReplyDeletethe smells become closer.
love the
There
There
There
can't say why but know it can not be refuted.
xo
erin
Mmm. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteThis begins with an ornate and tricky diction. Reading it aloud I would probably be tempted to mispronounce dolorous as Dolores (and then my mind tangents haze-ly to Lolita!). I am enamored of difficult words. I want to sew them into a glittering gown and flounce around. How adult is that?
I'm playing dress-up!
I needed to post this to remind myself of a time, an aerial love affair.