and it is certain, as certain as wisps of hope and grey smoky prayers can be
that although distance clambers before us, the moon as i see it is the same for you
the days and the nights and the schedules – to hell with them
for all i know we are breathing together, we are inhaling and exhaling as one
two bodies, as one in our mind’s eye
and i cannot help but to feel over every pore what it feels like when your hand flattens against my neck
it burns through my skin even as i sit here, eyes closed to a bright sphere which passed your vision hours earlier
i shudder as the sweet burn runs through me like honey straight from the jar
sugar travels fast and far, on the backs of trillions of ants like stars splayed across the earth
and the earth is just a canvas where we paint our struggles
though i hum at the bursting sparkles above many atmospheres
they do not keep an account of the way your tongue creeps past your lips and onto mine
only the earth knows the way our gaits come together and our bodies exist at the same level
stretched out between us, from one son’s antennae to another’s
the Queen entertains stories of those eyes that i miss, thick black crescents soft against my face
things immeasurable, things untold, things i do not own
you only share these with me but my access to the feelings they leave behind is limitless
the distances i would travel for you to remind me of what i already know, is something the moon understands
despite all else
it is heavy and slow but it always returns, waiting for the inevitable yet dynamic
if you tell me tomorrow what i want to hear today, i’ll get your message on time
just whisper it with those rosy lips of yours and my ears will open their arms to you
better yet, scream you love me into the quiet night sky and the sun will vibrate, causing the moon to chuckle
the ants will find me first
i sit here and i echo
i love you i love you i need you i’m with you i crave you every breath
until we breathe no longer i’ll say it and i’ll listen
we only speak it in breaths apart
i want those words, oh how i need to hear them in person
and i’ll swim oceans and levitate just to hear you again
tell me what i already know
i’m listening with my lungs
——-
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 6:50 PM UTC
and it is certain, as certain as wisps of hope and grey smoky prayers can be
that although distance clambers before us, the moon as i see it is the same for you
the days and the nights and the schedules – to hell with them
for all i know we are breathing together, we are inhaling and exhaling as one
two bodies, as one in our mind’s eye
and i cannot help but to feel over every pore what it feels like when your hand flattens against my neck
it burns through my skin even as i sit here, eyes closed to a bright sphere which passed your vision hours earlier
i shudder as the sweet burn runs through me like honey straight from the jar
sugar travels fast and far, on the backs of trillions of ants like stars splayed across the earth
and the earth is just a canvas where we paint our struggles
though i hum at the bursting sparkles above many atmospheres
they do not keep an account of the way your tongue creeps past your lips and onto mine
only the earth knows the way our gaits come together and our bodies exist at the same level
stretched out between us, from one son’s antennae to another’s
the Queen entertains stories of those eyes that i miss, thick black crescents soft against my face
things immeasurable, things untold, things i do not own
you only share these with me but my access to the feelings they leave behind is limitless
the distances i would travel for you to remind me of what i already know, is something the moon understands
despite all else
it is heavy and slow but it always returns, waiting for the inevitable yet dynamic
if you tell me tomorrow what i want to hear today, i’ll get your message on time
just whisper it with those rosy lips of yours and my ears will open their arms to you
better yet, scream you love me into the quiet night sky and the sun will vibrate, causing the moon to chuckle
the ants will find me first
i sit here and i echo
i love you i love you i need you i’m with you i crave you every breath
until we breathe no longer i’ll say it and i’ll listen
we only speak it in breaths apart
i want those words, oh how i need to hear them in person
and i’ll swim oceans and levitate just to hear you again
tell me what i already know
i’m listening with my lungs
——-
first published 13/30/01.
written after starting A.S. Byatt’s Possession and skimming through some Pablo Neruda; I was particularly triggered by this quote:
And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.
the ‘you’ in this is nobody special, maybe.
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