your eyelids drape your eyes and you are gone,
left subconscious for me to study -- your skin like soft pages,
all of your details are words; grammatic and poetic
metaphors that accentuate each other like catalog accessories

your long, slender legs go well with your eyelashes,
your strong, tender back goes well with your lips,
your arms, wrapped 'round your pillow, holding
your arms, held gentle beneath your neck, supporting
your arms, spread above your head like wings, dreaming

soft.

there is a spacious void between us; covered in sheets
there is a gaping canyon beside us; margined in blank space
there is an empty, awkward rift between us that i long to cross,
as i lie awake, tied down before this train of thought
my heart racing as i construct my arm like a bridge across this terrain,
expand my muscles to lift my hand, uplift my fingers
and touch your skin

where i press fingertip to your sternum and open your chest like a curtain,
i climb inside and nest beside your heart,
warm, red, calm, blue, pulses
and i am in there for the night, close the curtain
lose the light and sleep;
a pioneered sleep, engineered to my exact specifications,

i feel your lungs and heart communicate in even waves,
flawless

this is more than when i climbed your thighs and waited for a midnight show,
more than when i breached your lips and felt you from the inside,
this is not projected light, we are not perfected science,
this is more than cheap seats in an old auditorium,
this is expensive linens tucked in all the right corners
keeping us centered and symmetrical,
inhale
and i can feel you sleeping, your dreams radiate light
reflectent on your inner walls;
you have more depths than a man has desires,

your skin moves like the softest calmest body of water
i have ever swam in
i submerge myself completely, give myself completely,
my head to your aorta, my palms upon your atrium,
i'm enveloped in your intricacies,
i'm captivated by your rib cage as it is not a cage at all,
you are a sound, organic structure,
your arteries passenger blood like vascular streams,
your ribs hold your chest like ancient pillars,
your organs echo frequencies like living tombs,

exhale,
shift in body weight,
your arms to your sides like jesus christ
and here i lie,
beneath me your lungs expand, they rise, they lift me,
they deflate, they hold me,
pockets of life, blankets of air,
internal mattresses that give oxygen to your sleep,
internal drum that gives blood to your dreams,

your body swoons me to sleep with a lullaby,
soft.

movement; breathstreams escaping and returning
eye; landscapes of seemingly seamless visions
rapid; sleep onset in tune to something circadian,

i am hypnotized by this internal cradle,
sleepwalking, heartracing, i unfold my arm like a crane,
upward i extend my hand, uplift my fingers,
press fingertip to your inner ceiling and open your chest like a curtain,

yellow, bright, white morning greets me, eyes adjust,
handstrace the blanket wrapped 'round my shoulders, armstretch,
head turns,
eyes adjust across the acre of delusion that lies, still, between us,
across the uncharted land of sheet and unslept bed that lies between us,

your legs stretch, eyes adjust; orange, light, warm morning greets you,
across this plain of cotton spread between us,
across this open separation,
across this hole where neither of our bodies lie,
across this gap -- i swear i built a bridge last night.

06/05/2007

Posted on 06/05/2007
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