a tooth translucent: a jagged thing corking up
Scissoring & despondent
find me under the tongue of sunshine
figuring uselessly in the jigsaw of sofa cushions
& spurting free like prose & your breath
(the sea, a salty, rising thing)
Lift me like the afternoon, surprise
the air tastes briefly like sugar, & cold
in your mouth, I am heavy
I am the insistent beating of pearl marbled moth wings
this tinkling in your foresight, the last hesitation
a bird points south.
I love you
I hold up your face like a mirror
an apple in the light: Eve
examines. The thing about beauty
is it’s always a promise, never a fulfilling
it drains, it greeds.
In my hands I cup your jaw
your cheekbones hissing under my fingertips
this beautiful, heavy thing
hard under the skin, light to touch
I hold it tenderly, like a child
you close your eyes.
: to know, my god: knowing
mostly, deeply, a person
spinning & multiplicitous
a thing that dazzles, a thing
that slides down the curve of your cheek in the rain.