a chronology

It’s four AM
and you’re crying,
I don’t want morning to come
home
to our bodies and my bed,
where time has collapsed
into held hands
and kisses on our foreheads and necks, I don’t want to remember
kissing you under
a bay ridge moon,
blankets on my living room floor,
muted moans
or love
floating in circles above our heads.
I don’t want to remember
that bike ride
over the Brooklyn bridge,
last summer’s ache,
Armenia calling,
new york city
love brewing - I don’t want morning to
settle in the sun,
remember lost tongues
and what old souls
we have maybe become. I want the dark
dawn looming,
curls swimming,
hands touching
I don’t want to remember,
I don't want morning to come.
____


I want to possess you
as you possess me,
I want us to be free floating
possessions
one by one
swimming out to sea,
a curtain
a handkerchief
a cracked frame,
old lives
lived together
now finally,
at peace.

woman,
you have un-done
my curls,
mustered new moans
in my belly,
lifted my flesh to the heavens
and back
to dirt,
is this love or
obsession? my thighs
are wrapped around the curve
of your back,
I pull you in
like reel to fish
you pull
right back.

_______



to the scars on your hips,
praise
to the thick
brows over eyes,
the hair covering thighs
to the lips
the purples
the pinks
praise
to
the smells on my fingertips, to
the sheets that witness

to your teeth,
your nails,
your colored flesh
curls
coming
the new smell
of coffee,
praise

be
to your body.


___________


A week after
we break up
you fall
over in love
again
with another woman,
your way to spite
my roaming
spirit

You go on dates,
you go home
with other women
and now you don’t love me
full.
You hang by a silk thread
and wrap me round
your rim,
I will not
fall into
your madness
and the way
in which you love I
have learned
self-control.

Why? Luz
and people who care ask.
I want to feel loved, I say
but today I remember that
that which I do not need,
I can live without.