untitled
temptation smears
as sinew absorbs
a smile. an attempt,
a stolen glimpse,
meant to be seen by you,
though I am alone in this dimly lit dream.
waking, time sheds from fingertip,
translated as ink scratch on parchment,
an ice-carved thought emerges.
it’s your memory-skin, it
vitalizes this endless genetic sloop, but
as if only for an instant the wind sound bends to song,
in the distance.
I melt memory, swallow ice, and drink you. sleep.
it’s this thirst that mingles
and draws close an extension of self,
a soul for the desire that coats infinity.
finally, your ethereal liquid scent annihilates my thirst. awake.
I feel the silence coming. their voices stop.
Am I emerging from sleep, as my heart listens?
I can hear you in the hum of ancient flight, the ether.
I am chasing after this sleep, this ice-thirst, again.
is our form wet smearing paint,
that that thaws ancient movement, the creation?
is this our shadow-treaty of two?