shaking with the insurmountable distance
between their skin and my own
moon people shifting darkness with the mystery of snow.

i have never been able to dance,
i have never moved in any kind of godly pattern
of emotional symmetry, my actions
are a perpetual breaking of glasses onto linoleum.

my tears are a tricky laurel of thorns,
constructed for a cause useful to no one,
prayers become active tumors of apologies.

somehow (i know nothing)
the carving afternoons of applications and *******
sweet smelling kisses, chocolate loves
the sea has fallen with the resolution of biblical music

and you are very far away.
i would have held on tighter, had i known anything, had i known
the smashing confusion of this heart.