Your eyes followed me home
Each foot making a mockery of mine
Like straight-line, straight-edge soldiers
With your ears perked and your back erect
Your hands hovering over my hands
Turning knobs and fumbling keys
My scuffling and shuffling doubled
Breathing overlapped
Sighs amplified
And all of these hands
These fingers across the dusty faces
Of empty vinyl sleeves
My hands through my hair
Mirrored with yours
It was all like a slow dance
With myself in woman’s clothing
You and I, on a perpetual streetcar
Tunneling through this conjoined vacuum
So I’d shut my eyes to see
Twice as much blackness
Only opening them to see
Twice as much contrast
A parallel world balancing
On the tip of my nose
I’d reach out, but so would you
And if these worlds ever merged
All else would expand/retract/implode
Explode/melt/disintegrate/disappear
So you and I, instead,
Close our eyes, extra tightly
As we do, always
And for the rest of our lives

04/02/2011

Posted on 04/03/2011
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