You are ...sleeping.
And I am awake.
Smoking cigarettes on porch
and the curb
and underneath the leaves of this foreign place as familiar as our bed.
(Our bed ?
Perhaps. )
As you sleep,
Breathing heavily, soundly,
contorted into dissociation
Blankets wound around your body
-That I don't dare touch;
I breathe so slowly, so so
S
L
O
W
L
Y
[ S
T
A
R
I
N
G
at the wall ]
And speak to myself in the voice no one will ever hear
with the intensity of red
and the pace of INDIGO
INDIGO of the wall outside your flat
INDIGO of the sloshing acid of my stomach
INDIGO of the synapses pulsing electricity past my neurons to the unreceptive brain matter that lies beneath your skull
Indigo indigo indigo
Ind(i•go)
(In)•digo
I•{ndigo}
(Witching hour approaches)
And I approach nothing
Nothing nothing nothing
Approaches me
Invades me
And I ask. {Please}
But my eyes evade me, speaking distance
Across the span of OUR bed
¿Ours?
With the dawn virga of
pink light in the window,
The heat of your hands tenderly apologizes
And in the morning
You kiss me
Exhaling dreary carbon dioxide into my mouth
Stale alcohol meandering past our teeth,
Settling in the air between our tongues.
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 9:23 PM UTC
You are ...sleeping.
And I am awake.
Smoking cigarettes on porch
and the curb
and underneath the leaves of this foreign place as familiar as our bed.
(Our bed ?
Perhaps. )
As you sleep,
Breathing heavily, soundly,
contorted into dissociation
Blankets wound around your body
-That I don't dare touch;
I breathe so slowly, so so
S
L
O
W
L
Y
[ S
T
A
R
I
N
G
at the wall ]
And speak to myself in the voice no one will ever hear
with the intensity of red
and the pace of INDIGO
INDIGO of the wall outside your flat
INDIGO of the sloshing acid of my stomach
INDIGO of the synapses pulsing electricity past my neurons to the unreceptive brain matter that lies beneath your skull
Indigo indigo indigo
Ind(i•go)
(In)•digo
I•{ndigo}
(Witching hour approaches)
And I approach nothing
Nothing nothing nothing
Approaches me
Invades me
And I ask. {Please}
But my eyes evade me, speaking distance
Across the span of OUR bed
¿Ours?
With the dawn virga of
pink light in the window,
The heat of your hands tenderly apologizes
And in the morning
You kiss me
Exhaling dreary carbon dioxide into my mouth
Stale alcohol meandering past our teeth,
Settling in the air between our tongues.
