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.)
.
March 15, 2005
March 13, 2005
I Considered Your Eyes
I considered your eyes as puddles
of color, and under the umbrellas
of your eyelids, I jumped.
I splashed through green and yellow
waves as if they were liquid leaves
luminous and lavish in the spirit of Spring
(where laughter blooms like wildflowers
and burdens borrow the bodies of birds
diving, gliding on unfettered wings).
A mild breeze fluttered delicately
every time you blinked, ruffling
your colors ‘til they swirled richly
sweet, resplendent on the surface
yet gently deep beneath.
I puddle-jumped until my toes
were pruned and in that slender
canoe between eye and cheek,
I slid in, paddled and fell asleep.
.
of color, and under the umbrellas
of your eyelids, I jumped.
I splashed through green and yellow
waves as if they were liquid leaves
luminous and lavish in the spirit of Spring
(where laughter blooms like wildflowers
and burdens borrow the bodies of birds
diving, gliding on unfettered wings).
A mild breeze fluttered delicately
every time you blinked, ruffling
your colors ‘til they swirled richly
sweet, resplendent on the surface
yet gently deep beneath.
I puddle-jumped until my toes
were pruned and in that slender
canoe between eye and cheek,
I slid in, paddled and fell asleep.
.
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