close . ness . less
sentiments are made strange by the widow of
a cancer riddled man
It boils down to memory.
there is a knock at the door
a wave becomes glass
becomes still . impenetrable .
like Wendy lying silently on her bed (waiting)
She becomes the frozen . the suspended wave .
words point at expression
words connote . misinterpret . fail .
alive . she is alive . just .
life: the fear of scented collapse,
lies like a lover with death
the softest breath of lip, upon lips, upon life.
they are estranged
distant . missed in movement ; the hands release their together space
finger tips linger . the space lingers .
This dying awaits a muted longing for life.
8 breaths a minute
a brain . dead .
a morphine cradle.
the lines of a tube,
of pain relief,
of simulated and extended life,
hang together with this body: breathing.
Watch the rise of the sheet. the fall and click of a machine.
life paces between death
roses lie in the grey hair of mystery
fragile . is faye . is disappearing : breathe
8 breaths a minute
threads lace : interlope
settle on flat lines of ocean that succumb to the pulling of wind
(across the surface) the underpinning
of the unseen
a flat line
a changing of the inside of a soul,
a pattern created from a natural logic
meet the defiance of the voluptuous self
I hold this gentle hand in mine.
The place of togetherness is here . murmuring on the path of palms .
it is child space . lover space .
holds grace with text
defaults . debunks .
implodes the face of a page
A change in expectancy.
deranged a madness
in the middle
bountiful ; a body...empty under an hospital sheet
; a rain...unexpected in Summer
the meeting of lovers...new(ish)
interrogating / calling
seeking the responsive eye
get a wriggle on
a heart beats too quickly
causes an anxiousness to rise . a chest in revolt .
he has a hold on her
not suffocating or stronghold
he has an uninformed, intuitive hold
on her darker stories
he waits to hear her nameless mysteries
the strength of her spine
the collapse of her heart
the wall of sound that is her silence
a history of emotional stretching / slapping / silence
he asks her
for the words to describe .
she is quietly afraid .
future and memory tease the edges of the present
trust moves blindly to the precipice . peers over the railing .
Quizzical and probing, trust lies down between the lovers and invites
a reading .
There was a sadness that crouched in a pocket of her stomach.
It nestled into the wrinkled moulds of her,
was deafened by the pulse of organs . the push of blood
resting head on hand, she
burnt her hair with a cigarette.
it was more than seeing the sea in his eyes.
It was a tenderness.
A generous look was given . And she swam in it .
Sadness began to move .
a place appears .
this is the falling space
this is the desires of closeness unmasked
the white spots of light seen when staring into the sun
an arm locks behind a head
your arm locks my head . against you .
a coming together .
a mind separate .
outside of this . a letting go .
I whisper to myself
way too fast . the heart is beating . negotiating implosion .
it ticks .
forgets the pulse . stops .
a sharp object reacts .
spawning and crawling into the possibilities of the future .
a quickening .
a cliché . a collapse .
a loss of the romantic self
of space alone
I speak of the fear of isolation
in the realm of closeness.
a cellular division
an isolation due to one's own limitations of closeness
a body rests next to another
textures cross . inhabit . inhibit .
the temperature changes
a complicated relationship with an other . an old love .
a friend . a history . a present memory . a future .
a time becomes owned . forgotten .
light caught on the golden lashes of an eye
The secret parts of you are not caverned in the deepest canals of a body. They are not hidden behind the workings of the heart of blood.
Secrets collude inside fingertips,
rest at this point of recognition,
await some moment of gratification
of repulse, rejection.
just quietly . we ache .
adoration . expectation .
You ask of me to want
then disappear into the sand.
you . not some part of me .
not apart from me .
she is alone .
walls are cupboards . are closures .
are friends .
rocking / she is on a boat
glassed out / she's on the sea
an horizon that is felt / seen in a stretch of an eye / blind
a surface / sink
her body in a suit / wet
lands with some strange elated gravity.
granules / a connection that grates
scratches with pleasure / rolls across the sound of shifting glass
she rolls. light . heavy .
navigation is weighted under the buoyancy of salt
of self containment
shores are the metaphor of mythology.
8 breaths a minute
description is made elusive made at a distance of the object . the emotion is abstracted
skin spreads as the body pushes its way outward
the heart is anthropomorphic
it becomes the body of another
considers its new shape
defies its limited space . spread .
the heart body stays submerged as limbs entangle themselves in veins
intimacy links itself with the bottoms of feet
Baffled, they witness the pouring of the heart.
Now held; beating, blood rushed, soaked.