1.
His head tumbled
heavy and low
A pendulum
between swaying shoulder blades
like twin scythes
His eyes were dark
and lost
and wild
with the color,
of living, aching,
saffron
2.
His heart is dancing
it’s doing little jumps and flips
on the upturned palm
of his out-stretched hand
It had walked out there to look at the stars
The stars make his heart dance in his hands
And so do you.
3.
There is a new stillness,
taken root within him
like an air pocket
wandering the corridors
of a submerged catacomb
4.
He pulls you closer
eye to eye with his humid scent
Find the path from his shoulder
through this grove of hair
to the place under his neck
and his other teeth.
Teeth that are sharp and black
to leave a taste in your mouth
like old blood, chalk-dust
lavender and thyme
Teeth to excavate the pit
to forge the trail
between his rib-cages,
to discover the lost empire
of all his mornings
His head tumbled
heavy and low
A pendulum
between swaying shoulder blades
like twin scythes
His eyes were dark
and lost
and wild
with the color,
of living, aching,
saffron
2.
His heart is dancing
it’s doing little jumps and flips
on the upturned palm
of his out-stretched hand
It had walked out there to look at the stars
The stars make his heart dance in his hands
And so do you.
3.
There is a new stillness,
taken root within him
like an air pocket
wandering the corridors
of a submerged catacomb
4.
He pulls you closer
eye to eye with his humid scent
Find the path from his shoulder
through this grove of hair
to the place under his neck
and his other teeth.
Teeth that are sharp and black
to leave a taste in your mouth
like old blood, chalk-dust
lavender and thyme
Teeth to excavate the pit
to forge the trail
between his rib-cages,
to discover the lost empire
of all his mornings