the perfect touch of something
i could be a mother
i could be a mother
i could be a reverent child.

times like this i want to fall
your body
into the spaces between your ribs and
i want the words to flow
rushingiwanttosqueeze interstitial space into nothing
into sustenance
into me oh holy i feel so broken
oh hold me together
or grind me to dust
if ever is enough.


and allofasudden-like the words come to me and they mean more to you now
oh if only
i mean it means like you are a leaf falling
i want to write about you
make your name the name that is heaven to the one who is speaking to the ones who can hear
i want to write you
this is like emerging i think like warmth.

like gunpowder is your skin and like shattering are your eyes.

and all i hear is softly music

08/11/2002

Posted on 08/11/2002
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