would it bring me any joy
to touch a body with no warmth?
no -
the heat is love, patience, being known.

you are the white water that softens our skin
or the thick fire that clears the prairie,
always revealing life.

no child is spared from your gaze
you
watch me reel and roast
soaking in brine,
save me from the ocean or a shark -
i won’t look you in the eye, only a glance
only a furtive glance
i’ve seen you all before
father? lover? god?

you led me outside, let my nightdress fall into the sand
put my hands on your shoulders
i saw your secret fear while you watched the white shadows
dancing gently on my skin
translucent, like you -
where were we?
can you take me back?

quelle rêve, pour toi, j’espère:
me voir
      ma visage serene
              la centre de ton univers
tu me touches dans mes cauchemars mais quand je me lève je suis contente
il y a quelque chose de romantique dans la pluie
      elle travers ma fenêtre,
       et tu me chuchotes des mots sublimes
« t’es ma petite fleur...incroyable. »

i can’t picture you i can only
feel your hot touch on my skin
bastardizing your voice in my head
begging myself to carve my heart for you
i know i will, just sleep next to me in the shed
just wake me up for morning honey

on you like a lotus flower!
blooming in my heart
this shirt is yours and it doesn't feel right, too tight, full of seams that cut your hurt body
"i feel like a kid"
well, you're not anymore!
i pull off the blue plaid so i can see you