Hanging in the air
the end of something here
in the rain running
clear across the highway
cars and spray
spumed/sperm
like dice
strewn
electric my nerves
what do I do
with my heart?
These hours
water running in the bath
music background
making all modern life
a movie..
scenarios....
this moment
behind a closed door
much like the one that mileage
so easily constructs between
the two of us,between myself
and the world, my heart
at my bare birkenstocks.
Beat down that distance,
climb over that wall,that is
what I do with my heart.
This brave new world
for a not so always brave
girl/woman
at once exhilerated and
exhausted by the
infinite struggle
in such an easy love,
left-over food of an
unpartaken
feast./flight.
Everytime I see that face
it's like a warm embrace...
to me.
