10.29.2015

auroral

maybe this finds you
in the morning

as you awake

before the parts of your body
find each other

before your thigh becomes tan and whole
before your bones rope with muscle and blood
before the longbow arc of your back
belongs fully to you

maybe in that space
in the morning
as you awake

some of you

is mine



10.10.2015

crescent

I want one thing
from you

the story of the scar
that arcs
across your shoulder

the one half-hidden
by the narrow blue strap of your dress

comet's course
orbital bow

I want to hear you
tell it

as I watch the space

between your eyebrows
as you decide
what to hide