Physics acts on every one
Of the baffled little parts of me;
Gravity refuses to leave,
Drags my eyelids down to active sleep
(I chase after life in each scene)
And in the morning, right outside,
I fail to hide from the hands of the sun
Its filthy fingers pressed to my skin
Letting the heatrays in so easily
You'd think I was a plant.
(I need it as much as if I were green,
It turns my fears golden
And lights my eyes clean.)
Eager to grab control
From my little follower who rules it all
I pull muscles and harvest bruises-
Newton's third law, impact and force,
Heads against shoulders,
Leather and walls,
Thighs against doors,
Lips on lips and disappointed synapses
That serotonin can't quite reach.
If I am blood,
Fresh experience is bleach.
(A dark little figure of speech)
But I light candles sometimes
Just to blow out the feathery flame
To feel temporary, precious
Like rosy musk enhanced by rain
And fill up the tightest corners in my mind.
Life, in the end, is stupidly kind.
And in the evening light, she and I remain,
The world entangled in my limbs,
Breathing in, and out
title translates to "not alone"