In the spaces
between certain stars
the black tarp is so taunt
that you can just make out
the blue underneath.
I imagine you crouching
in that almost blackness,
in that beautiful, unending void
like a panther in prayer.
–
When you find me will you ravage me?
At last.
At last.
–
I can hear your eyes
opening and closing,
the faultless lament
of your soul begging
to be understood.
I know that some things
only make sense
to us in dreams.
I know that I am
only at home in the places
where we overlap.
–
Your pale fingers drown
in my eager currents,
in the madness that wakes me up
in the middle of the night
to scream, to scream.
Your name is the only poem
I can recite by heart.
–
It is the friction
of the sea which moves
me towards you
while the world spins itself
into tight, straight-edged circles
that eviscerate and bind.
–
It’s boring sometimes,
the waiting,
the tucking in and the pulling out,
the half-assessed attempts
to fit into my too small life.
In me there is a fleet
of unsailed ships.
–
I suck the tears
out of my hair,
the sting of salt,
the open wound,
the I love you
hot and sharp
on the tip
of my tongue.
–
I want to tell you everything.
At last.
At last.
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