I'd like to tie today up in my hair,
like to collect the hours we still could dance
for a jam jar on my nightstand.
I'd like to fly my spine like a kite,
want to see you walk through that doorway and into this room
where I am waiting for you. You like the sea.
And how the sea began with a drop of sweat
soaked into a cloth swiped across the brow of God
and how he wrung it out into sharp teeth to scales
and how the carnivore was born.
And how he flung us forward into day and night
and how we floated down as if hot air balloons
with consciences like faulty landings.
Our bodies skin thin and desirable, how I desire you.
Our bodies, thin-skinned and desirable how I, how I desire you.