June 19, 2005 - 8:56 a.m.
watching a room fill;
those lips,
those hips,
her familiar voice,
those old hands,
these new jaw-lines
set against everything else
and the exhausted smile piled behind my eyelids,
waiting to dream and breathe and
tap out clues, hoping to direct myself, like a map into my sub-conscious,
a "to do" list;
revisit tonight,
its doings and undoings,
tie me into more love,
less misanthropy, sleek and careless arms,
music, mixed badly,
but still, there it is.
but now there are adjectives,
outside of this four-sided box,
the body moves outside these lines
into itself. i know. you know. what.
i mean.
