Wednesday, January 4, 2012

only bits and pieces come

What does he represent to you?
I’m driving, what?
Almost throwing up kind of crying
Kissing in the rain
Missing, mostly missing
Grabbing and pulling, please grab me
I saw you, straight through your pupil
Into the darkness of your body
Swam in your structureless and sprawling self
Please grab me

Inching backward to find your belly
yielding to fit
A hand in dough, to layers of earth
Holding

But then the, the
Don’t touch me

For weeks I’ve searched for you in dreams
Maybe tonight I’ll find you

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