burying myself
in the sound of you, despite
having matched my shy eyes
with yours infrequently
... delivered by love and rain
to five years earlier
(I've already moved with you
in yellow) - I'd like to be longer, now,
stretching languidly across time-
and maybe that's why
my shoulder blades featured
in tonight's videoic brainstorm
(I like to notice coincidences
like that, and
make mountains of them)
and the bending of my neck also:
(I suggested imaging my skin;
he suggested tying a skeleton around it)
not just in art, but in totality of ecstasy
heading into water
with someone I barely know -
as I did at the moment
last year became
this one:
wading through that tiny river
until we arrived in the sea
(though this time, by myself,
'til I master sending stones)
and don't worry,
I know he knows - I know
how transparent I am:
I'm in my own head
wearing my own skin
hearing my own mumbles
I feel my own gauche halo circling every inch of me
what is it with me
that I can never rebirth my courage
in the moments that matter to me?
I'm only brave
when I've nothing
to gain
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