bones that hum in the afternoon by Marina Dawni have bent the bindings of the books back,
i have felt my fingers rush across the words
my fingers like silk,
my fingers like sperm whales,
my fingers! like the crests of waves, like
the hush of two mouths: finally
met. i have bent back
the bindings, & let the sleep out.
the sleep was there, where
even touched odd. the sleep was
a twig, a turning point, a revelation
straight from god
a chair that fits.
your body: lumped.
your body against my body
my body against your body
a body, any body
touching, touching, always
touching
the betweens,
the film. not the film of, just
the film, the space, how long we have to drive
before we can see clearly
the stars that stand in line
like flares, like warning signs, like
beacons
like
semaphores i
put
egg in to egg: the
top is down, the yolk is full
& slick, & the glue has been
fed in to place: folded
back, quietly as
fingers rush across
the metal spines
like water,
the soft spooning knees of your words
09/23/2001 Posted on 09/23/2001 Copyright © 2024 Marina Dawn
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