The light within you shines like a diamond mine. Like an unarmed walrus, like a dead man face down on the highway. Like a snake eating its own tail. A steam turbine, frog pond. Two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun. Hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, blowjob. Deaths head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memory. Movements, the movie unpeeling, unreeling, about to begin.
I’ve seen your hallway, you’re a darn call away. I hear your stairs creak, I can fix my mind on your yes. And on your no, I’ll film your face today in the sparkling canals. All red, yellow, blue, green brilliance and silver Dutch reflection.
Racing thoughts, racing thoughts, all too real. You’re moving so fast now, I can’t hold your image. This image I have of your face by the window. Me standing beside you, arm on your shoulder. A catalogue of images, flashing glimpses, then gone again. I’m tethered to this post you’ve sunk in me. And every clear afternoon now I’ll think of you, up in the air. Twisting your heel, your knees up around me, my face in your hair. You scream so well, your smile so loud, it still rings in my ears.
I know a place we can go where you’ll fall in love so hard that you’ll wish you were dead.