"formfitting" poems
“Can I walk beside you?”
We can talk and chatter about future plans
Your voice reminds me of all my dreams
And after joke with tired eyes about unimportant things
“I’d love to walk beside you.”
“Can I hold your hand?”
I want to feel your warmth and clammy hands
Strong fingers interweaving in and out of mine
And I would tell you how great you are at love
“But of course you can.”
“Can you hold me now?”
Your body is so warm when it’s next to me
I couldn’t feel safer than with you here
And I can tell by the way you breathe that you will say
“Only if you want me to.”
“Can you kiss my lips?”
No awkward moment’s in-between movement
Because then will be more than perfect timing
And with your lips formfitting my mouth it’s hard not to fall in love
“Don’t say another word.”
“Can we fall in love?”
Just hold my face in your clammy hands I know too well
Stare me straight in the eyes different than before
And you know I already memorized the pages of your open book
“There’s no need to ask.”
2.24.2013
1:56 am
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 7:49 PM UTC
the wind shakes the windows in their dressings like a child trying to wake its dead mother . you touch my face with the back of your hand, soft as the things that will be tanned in the slurry of our boiled- brains . there is a clank from the cast radiator that musters courage up from floorboards below . the mice run
scared.
your brow is deerskin that is pulled formfitting across my dry,
cupped fingers
it wants small holes put in it as it wears
suppler
into
a look
just
like kissing wool
the
heather inside the layers
that get put on-
wicking off like collagen
as the wintry madness finds us
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 1:36 AM UTC