you ask me to
and i don’t know how to answer
i want to
know
what it’s like to stay
now
so much
in that look
my cells
multiplying
like time-lapse
photosynthesis
curling myself
around that
one
word
as if
light
Showing posts with label Desire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Desire. Show all posts
Sunday, December 1, 2024
Wednesday, November 27, 2024
hither
i come
swept into
the tidal wave of you
mashed up
on this ocean floor
how do you undo me
like this
my gift
in a dizzy hand
my eyes
a vulnerable sigh, a sail
on the blue
of this paper world, folded
into the perpetual
burning
churning
the wheel of us
together,
marooned
Friday, May 3, 2024
Havana!
It had us like fever,
humid and dark
in the back of that bar.
You, in that linen.
Me, in that dress.
Laughing at our waiter
with his dancing mustache
when he teased us
leaving half-drunk bottles
on the table
for something more intoxicating.
We were our own revolution.
A blaze of flower in my hair,
your melt-me smile,
and
our favorite salsa record,
volume just right.
For Shay’s WGWL
Sunday, April 28, 2024
Our Old Town
Our old town
lies at the bottom of a lake
like Arenal and Tronadora
in Lake Arenal.
New ones have sprung up
like wildflowers
around it.
But, they’re not the same.
Sure, they have
their beautiful distractions
like scenes from a movie—
views of snakes and jaguars
stretching themselves
near waterfalls,
a peacock shimmy-shaking
on the grass,
little pastel houses
clinging to cliffs.
But this isn’t what I want.
Never was.
Even back before we had money.
You know I’d live on love.
I’d sell it all and move
to Nicoya on the cheap
to feel that way again.
When I set the table for dinner,
and select a juicy tomato for the salad,
asking you what you imagine
chupacabra looks like,
I’m not just musing at random.
What I’m really saying is—
I’ve forgotten the mystery of you,
the wild smell of you up close,
and what it did to me.
I can’t even think of it now.
And so, I scuttle about
getting stuck
in the drying cement
of our resentments,
drowning for what
the fish only know now,
dancing around
our old town.
NPM Day 28
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