i am the buzz you feel after
glass number two
i am the manifestation
the realization
of your innermost exuberant intoxication

i am your left and also
your right eyelid
heavy for that sleep place
wanting no less than to consume
every inch of deepness
of your day’s most secret secrets

i am a collector of sap
slow and true. and meticulous
and like that overgrown tree over which it falls

i’m dead

satisfied, endlessly, with my stillness.

I remember a kiss in a garage
the first one, in fact.
The bridge, and sun, and silence
Cold air on my toes as i relished in the last moments of that crisp fall morning
that small naked part of your back  
A fan

when the weight of the down overwhelmed me
then,
reading, and waiting
I watched your chest heave slow while you dreamt

(the smell of gasoline lingered, heavy in your hair)
and like fuel for that insatiable hunger, I inhaled
and Consumed it.