rivers that run beneath our feet

rivers that run beneath our feet

could you have touched the waters

I’m drinking down, I’m drinking now

tracing ripples that remind me of

the drops of honey I saw in your eyes

that could once illuminate me up and down

up and down

up and down all through me

I want to be the curls in your hair

and swim in your secrets

let’s get washed up

and say one word for every pore

and grain of sand we find on our faces

from lying on beach’s edge

side-ways and night-wise

counting and soaking in the stars

whose blinks reach from so far

we are inside a mirage

build my statue out of wood

to one day burn it down 

but make sure you give me 

one more kiss,

swift as the wind bites your cheek cold

this quietly bursts

we exchanged like books the surfaces of our minds

you’re so far to be so close

how far is this far?

we fit together once 

warm contours of our faces

rested against each other

filling in spaces

as love words passed 

between our barely touching lips

each now, merely echo

when sweetness turns aftertaste

the chapter of deep violet blues

unexplainably damaged joy

that quietly bursts and blooms

that heart

that story 

take it from me

it belongs to you

nearly weightless

a little night-bird’s feather brushed her nose

she looked to the right, and in the flood of the orange streetlamp

she saw him standing near the wall

and the time moved like the fall 

of the nearly weightless leaves in mid-October.