Under streetlights
In the silence of snow
I am back when my breath was last this loud
Electric
You tug at my t shirt with your left hand and your nails graze my skin
Our pupils dilate, distending out to greet each other in a grotesque bridge of wet, dripping, obsidian flesh
So I feel like a black hole
I am a focus as intense as a drug
A rip on the edge of an edgeless sky
And we are all consuming
And we are almost one.
Sometimes
I wish it wasn’t this way, where I am a clock-watcher, and I glance up to see the hands always aligned.
And so where are we without an endless pull?
Without 12:30?
Without a 12:01?
The clock is broken
Or time has stopped
And it is stale
Or I am stale
Or we are stale
Categories:
distending, anxiety, body, break up,
Form: Free verse
Claws of fire distending from her emerald back
My Arizona lies beneath the white speck of sun
Whose icy blades pierce the glitter of her veins,
Green and gold beneath its sheath of rusting red.
Arizona, my piece of Mojave, languidly dreams
In her sea-bitten bed of New England sand
Ignoring the eyes of the jack-rabbit whose
Ceramic curves reflect the tremulous spines
Of glowing Arizona atop the window sill.
The radiator coughs its gusts and rumbles
To assuage the chill of the December azure.
Arizona stares at the watery sky.
The painted rabbit has woken the longing,
A primal desire for a dusted breeze
Within her potted, makeshift summer
Of stuffy air, of lumber and brick--
Yearning for juniper under unwashed blues,
Prickly Arizona, her beauty spells pain.
Categories:
distending, nature, sympathy
Form: I do not know?
outside, in arrows of shadow,
darkness rides out from skyscrapers
that loom across the grid of streets,
puncturing this day that hangs unsure
in this distending late afternoon light;
she glances around the room,
floor polished by their bare feet,
pillows, bed sheets in knowing disarray,
again, on him her restless head rests
in this distending late afternoon light.
Categories:
distending, husband, urban, wife,
Form: Free verse