I don't recognize the phone calls or texts
the showing up or longing for the close hello.
There's an awareness of everything missed
before coming into focus
that takes you to a dog on a pillow
to rocking chairs with stars
I see dreaming licks around your eyes
and glance wet trouble.
I love him that bites at my busting heart
in inappropriate corners
with brown grey hair and wiry fingers.
I'm told I live life on my own terms
having sex in the afternoon
that's almost as good as a cocktail
I'm like a bad ass navy seal
standing on a patient leg
I'm like a disco junkie
fertile for dancing guys
I'm like a homeless baby
my body vulnerable to being broken.
The rain has suddenly come making me immure
like the walled city Verona
where aggressive drops visit me
where my hands wait smelling memories
where longing takes the curves to relieve my tongue
that grows thick and painful in my mouth.
There are no windows in this place
just frames I want to fly through
to what's holds me on the other side
but instead I close my eyes
sinking into the hole
I forgot was there.