My whole being is oriented towards you
This vessel within is hollow and hungry
It’s fragile walls are vibrating and humming
How I wish it would grow into a different kind of vessel
taking me across a vast sea
That it would torpedo me deeper than I’ve ever been before
Fighting for my life on all fours in yoga class
Sweating and cursing and laughing
Bite marks turned bruises
on my collarbone
On my thighs
But I’m waiting I’m waiting
Like a slot canyon freshly dried after a flood
A snake at the surface hunting for bird eggs falls through a crack
But it can’t move in the cold darkness below
It’ll die without a human hand to bring it back into the sunshine
Come on bring it into the light
You grow more beautiful each time I see you
I write endlessly because it makes you feel close
This is how love making should be
Floating on the flat ocean of your body
A wave sweeps me up
I’m turned and turned until
I can no longer discern what’s above or below
The moon is in both our third houses
We need words as bad as flesh, as food
But it feels like sacrilege
To cage that moment in a word
And it eludes every attempt anyway
Your hands on my bare skin at the show
The song blasting until the very end
I want to play it again and again and again
















