march 2009


each text,
each random encounter
and flushed-faced smile,
each trembling minute of your fingers
curiously traipsing through the jungle
that is my hair these days–

the heavier this gets,
the closer i come to falling apart
from wanting you.



i would gasp sharply
and spring (all choked lungs and trembling limbs)
from my bed
in the horrible certainty that i am dreaming,

if the touch of your lips to my skin were not so feverishly real


now i lift my arms,
rise on tiptoe
open my mouth,
and sounds so low

as to go unheard
will tumble forth;
such music as will belie my worth

to humankind.
just one step more–
cold sand whispers of the shore

‘pon which i now stand,
and take my breath:
one foot forward
right, then left,

till all at once,
over my head
the blanket of the sea is spread

so now i lay me down to sleep
and all my secrets mine to keep,