Thermal separation
Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 11:08 pm
When the moon and women march under
their umbrellas. I’m amazed by their eyelashes
their cheeks and everything about the taste
of turmeric that I can’t disclose. Yet you know
because my eyes shine like a lemon cut
in half. They whisper. Head explains silence
to my hands. You arrive but I’m not ready
to kill myself nor to love you. Or maybe
I’m just hunting flannel shirts in my closet.
Cursing the trees outdoors. Covered with snow.
Something peculiar about them this year.
I forgot all your names you used as a child.
Left them in the snowfall outside the fence.
Now I’m walking around your thoughts.
On purpose so we could just sit here
between those windows. Like that table
like that vase like
those chairs
hotter than the eyes hotter
than breasts hotter
than hands.
their umbrellas. I’m amazed by their eyelashes
their cheeks and everything about the taste
of turmeric that I can’t disclose. Yet you know
because my eyes shine like a lemon cut
in half. They whisper. Head explains silence
to my hands. You arrive but I’m not ready
to kill myself nor to love you. Or maybe
I’m just hunting flannel shirts in my closet.
Cursing the trees outdoors. Covered with snow.
Something peculiar about them this year.
I forgot all your names you used as a child.
Left them in the snowfall outside the fence.
Now I’m walking around your thoughts.
On purpose so we could just sit here
between those windows. Like that table
like that vase like
those chairs
hotter than the eyes hotter
than breasts hotter
than hands.