Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Unedited, back from the evening barn

gravity in the glass
push or punch
that gulp in mouth
fascination wield your
flowered hands
just over my eyes

just touch me
in my density

grant your gravity
love leave
the parched solstice
or sweated out moon time
just a drop before
beneath calls saying

just touch me
in my density

I, your light bulb
singing the color of wheat
am esophagus
full of fields
the dusk and the horses legs

gulp bloom
your answer left secret
a crest call where I cannot
just write what you want
I say instead

just touch me in
my density.

1 comment:

  1. grant me your gravity makes me think of rilke telling us to give the heaviness back to the earth. maybe it needs to be given to another first. you want to take it away from somebody.