Whispering words into his back
what you could never tell to his unconscious ears
Draw lines with breath; geometrical shapes; that fit inside poems that you write instead of him.
Sleeping spines cushion your love; licks it from his skin like milk where you try to taste his dreams, taste his dreams far away
Placing your head against his back; his heart HIS HEART his pulse HIS PULSE his breath HIS BREATH; to make sure you are alive, you are alive far away
1 | Grizzly Man |
2 | On Cherry Tree Song |
3 | Barrie for billy mackenzie |
4 | The Dead, Dead, Water Lily Thing |
5 | Deep |
6 | A Cute Lovesong, Please |
7 | I Stepped On A Toothbrush |
8 | Too Many Emmas |