There is a concept in religious circles here
(and other shapes;
rectangles, rhombuses,
rorschach blots freckled with faith)
that the way to get closest to a person
is to not touch them.
So
they laid in your car side by side,
her elbow holding her head up like
an exhibit on falling, on disbelief
and you puffed up your unshaven cheeks
and blew in her face.
It blew her eyelashes back and they
bowed their blonde-headed arms at you,
They heard you tell her a
bedtime story with your eyes closed
and they laid down to sleep too, lacquered down with
air conditioning fluid brushed wet through the desert nighttime air.
At dawn,
you promised you wouldn't touch her
as you
lit a cigarette and held it to her mouth,
her lips an inch from your knuckles
and she breathed you in and blew
the smoke out the car window where it
hung suspended like a ghost.
Jul 16, 2011
Jul 16, 2011 at 4:42 PM UTC
There is a concept in religious circles here
(and other shapes;
rectangles, rhombuses,
rorschach blots freckled with faith)
that the way to get closest to a person
is to not touch them.
So
they laid in your car side by side,
her elbow holding her head up like
an exhibit on falling, on disbelief
and you puffed up your unshaven cheeks
and blew in her face.
It blew her eyelashes back and they
bowed their blonde-headed arms at you,
They heard you tell her a
bedtime story with your eyes closed
and they laid down to sleep too, lacquered down with
air conditioning fluid brushed wet through the desert nighttime air.
At dawn,
you promised you wouldn't touch her
as you
lit a cigarette and held it to her mouth,
her lips an inch from your knuckles
and she breathed you in and blew
the smoke out the car window where it
hung suspended like a ghost.
