Jan 15

I don't see you in me, in the dust-sheaths covering 
this room we choose to inhabit for one night spent wondering 
at our differences, the A to B simplicity which we connote 
as fallacy, a dying moon imploding or just losing its gravitational 
attraction, the five minutes until a circumference completes 
and we are both old and young in the same breath, sleeping 
the same prayer, holding onto the same motion of fingers 
to lips, living as if every corner would become an ocean 
of circles, of deliverance, of sunsets and freedom to be 
and grow more gracious in the fullness of earth 
I carry in my pocket. 

Reviews

[Alicante lullaby]

wow...what a wonderful thought to carry in your purse/school bag/pocket ofcourse if it leaves space for the lipstick...

[Hedra Helix]

you're so good. I love the new structure, it suits your mood so well.
you make me want to return to poetry. truly.

[Emily B]

it seems to me a complete new world