As shallow cuts that kisses draw in unprotected skin
Cheeks as soft and vulnerable as fresh baked macaroons dread
The affection I cannot resist expressing.
Oh what pure and unreal terror of not impressing my flesh to your flesh,
My tears to your taste, my embrace to your shivers.
I count my days long without your wet, tight entanglements
And my mind unhinged without the grounding of our mutual completion.
Let me obsess over you like you over the coffee,
The walks, the dinners, the awards.
Let me lose my mind to the disease of lustful joy
And treat our dance as savage medication.
That is my willfull brokenness.
Or under my hands and chest and abdomen, let me break you,
You of fine and masterfully cast precious metals,
Angelic, enchanted golem of soft gold.
Woman, you secret Promethean contestant for the stars,
Be a whore in my hand.
Be a comet to my witness.
Allow thine self to command the prophets and the clocks when
Like Father Time you insatiably
Rest.
Rest as God on an infinite Sunday,
And walk as to Christ on a world of water.
He will pull you up again if you unremarkably doubt.
Doubt my hands? My joy? My interest? My entrance… ing/ment/edness?
Doubt your willingness? Your capacity to handle me?
If only we could let go like noodles in soup
Or ions in an electric field.
I long desperately to dance with you – everywhere,
In all ways, all the time,
To wet a constant appetite in you for the closest, smoothest, hottest dance we offer.
Dance me top deck, center aisle, center stage,
Seaside and countryside, beachside and blanket-bound,
Moonlit and light-headed, fast, slow and furious,
In old ways and new ways and wrong ways and teacher’s way
And all the way to banks and beds and baby carriages
And babysitter paid nights of new adventures to music without limitation in the playlist.
April 3rd, 2019
The Favoring Wind 