Missing, Presumed Lost
Inside The Woman He Hasn't Touched
He didn't know the way
he expressed himself belongs in stories
whispered like the day they listened to the
rain and this is where it gets all serious
and sort of funny
if you like certainty thrown playfully,
then caught the same way his voice changes
the first time he couldn't wait to say
what he wanted to say.
Both of them smiled although it seems so long ago,
it's different because he used to laugh
when she said she had dreams of him at night and
he used to tease for more than a hint,
more than what they already knew and now
it's true, he's lost, presumed missing inside the woman
he said he hasn't touched and yet he has and they are
happy disappearing to find each other
again and again.
The Backpack
He talks about the ways he will lose
himself, how he won't want to be found
while she counts down the days
and stays awake most of the nights
listening to the train shaking the windows,
the walls, the sound of movement, then nothing
but restless thoughts travelling slower
than anticipation yet faster than how they fell
into predicting weather patterns, travel
plans and the way she would fall in love
with his backpack and rub her hands on the fabric,
then unzips it to caress and softly kiss
where he has been before he disappear
her warmth is a heat, salty, tender and sweet.
The Blindfold
Amber is known for its inclusions.
They consist of insects, pollen and plants
from the time the tree was living
and amber was used by Thales of Miletus
who liked the idea of rubbing fur.
There is no record of other things he rubbed
fur against except a small paragraph
about the discovery of static electricity.
When I think of you, I know fur and
stones don't hold your interest, not
even when I hint kinkiness and not when I
pause, withdraw the sound of my voice.
It made us talk about the senses,
what happens when one of them is left
to rest. Using a blindfold would prevent
sight. I'd have to concentrate on touch,
your lips kissing my mouth, then slowly
trailing down without light, without shadows,
without nothing but that urgent cry I'll place
my arms around your back and draw
you in to the sound of yes, yes, yes.
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