from the well of your mouth
to wash through me
fill me
with the matter of your spirit
tell me,
did we connect?
our faces flat
on a screen that distills contact
into distance?
the curve of your back presents itself
to the nape of your neck,
hair, the smell of wet stone,
forehead, flesh-covered dome
resounds with story,
rounds of eyes sculpt
an intention – shuttered in sleep,
they swing open at dawn,
as you lay on a furrowed bed.
and because i grow numb
without you at my side
i will tell you
how my feet feel on the floor.
i thirst for words
from the well of your mouth
to wash through me
fill me
with the matter of your spirit
bring us all back together
bring back the whirl
of dervish conversation,
bring us the summer
of our intermingled breath
bring us back to that
remember us
re-member us
deliver us
march 28, 2020