Poetica Spontenaium
Poetica Spontenaium 2/14/03
Thinking of you
my heart beats
quick quick, fierce
and in a delicate flicker
of lithe and languor
I fall soft
soft
into my pillow
and into the still black night.
And in the morning hours
when my dreams
cannot be put to rest
but burst free
from my lips
without my intention
I quake a little
quick quick
thunderous
and I keep on falling soft
soft
heavenwards into the precious moments
before a flutter of eyelashes
and a flicker of light
signal departure
and that last gasp
of your breath inside of me.
In that waking moment
where my spine is still anchored
while my skin feels afloat
and your name is first formed
by my lips like a newborn’s breath
My pulse floods quick quick sharp
electric and violent
Desperately, I find your hand
and tremor in momentary grace
as I keep on falling, falling,
soft
into you.
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