I’m realizing it’s hard to play without music
before me. In bed, you ask me to tell you
my desires & my mind is an empty stave. Who knew
silence was a glacier’s ache?
The ocean of unsaid
steady, surrounding this new stage
as the curtains break. Your eyes
deeper than the cratered air that stems
from my sternum—heavy damp
breathless. We’re echoes now:
the gravity stalactites desire
filling the back of my mouth. What
waterthoughts I’d let harden. Wordless, we haul
the crater up till it’s mobile,
till it’s moon. Something to send nostalgic
into orbit. Tonight we fill it with loss,
fashion myth for lockbox. Beneath which
our bodies reach so hard we feel it click.
The way frost first splits across grass, white
as dying starfish. We extend into sound.
Your jaw alight & ringing
overtone in my hand.
Elegance is the crown
molding I fastened my body to,
& here you are asking to walk off-stage. Exist beyond
a spotlight’s sheen & whatever performance awaits.
Haven’t you fixed me
like a hinge
to open to my need. Finally,
the frozen boy is
rushing: oh, how I hope
we won’t drown.