DAYS WITHOUT YOU
Before you even feel it.
Before you see the burns.
Before the serious night enters
And hides in the corner of the room
Before the question start.
Before the walls turn red.
Before the dreams come
Carrying their cloth bags, damp
With slender breathing.
Before these things,
All language will stop.
I will hold you
With my eyes, as if
All other instruments
Were broken and we
Had nO right to come here.
The thickness of our bodies
Shall be of great comfort
Then. The heavy verbs
Of our movements shall
Appear as dance.
Then, I will kiss you
With my lips full upon
All that is your reason.
And we will be transported
Together. And they who chance to see
These things will be unable to remember
Our names or if we stood
Before them. for them,
And their time, we shall
Have only this recognition : love.
WHAT DO WE WATCH
The mouth opens, unaccustomed
To the finality of body encountering body
For the purpose of feeding, an expression,
Lip to lip and touching deeper than language
Allows. The fireworks from the edge of the trenches
Says that fulfillment is in sight, a knowing from
One body to another, explained in ripples of orgasm,
Delineating the parameters of the embrace. I embrace
You. To say it in French; my language no longer includes
The mention of your name. You pulse through my nervous
System, lit by the light of your own loins burning brightly against the
electricity of electronic media. What is left to say? I reach
To bring my energy across the air to you. I express myself in
A final emission that sticks to my hands as I rec
NOW I COULDN’T REALLY SAY
Now I couldn’t really say
If it was morning coming
Around the corner with that basket
Of bread in its hands, but
It was smiling and somebody
Was moving little strings
And music was a funny man
With garlic round his throat
And fire in a cup.
This seemed good.
I kept my eye on the top
Of the hill for about an hour.
The sun was a little late, had
A harder time getting ready.
Clouds caught in the trees or bumping
Along the ground, half asleep. Still,
There it was like everyday I had imagined
It. Fat and round and very bright.
It walked on my skin and moved into my eyes
Like it lived there. Some birds flew past,
Either inside me or outside me. It was one
Of the other, but never both. A song was
Starting a little further down the road.
Reason enough to go on.