In the Recess of This View

Let's allow our mouths to leap
across the roofs of city buildings
and land upright, twirling into
gentle pirouettes, skimming
dizzy O's into elevated sky.

Let's linger at the U-turns
of the side streets of our fingers,
loitering around our freckles
of smoldering sidewalk fires
and the uprooted pavement of veins.

Let's scale across our limbs
as elevators, pausing
upon reaching the lobbies
of elbows and kneecaps,
the carpeted hallways
of ligaments, compressing
every button, exciting every
switch, until alarms sound
shake throughout
our trembling foundations
and we are forced to take
the stairs, tumbling down
curling and quivering steps,
shuddering as we swerve.

(In this room
the curve of your shoulder
shines beneath the heat lamps
of your eyes which hover
in your face's handsome foyer

and as the traffic of
conversation between us
rises in siren screams
I'm designing detours
across these floorboards
in hope that your heart
has vacancy.)

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