entering a Moment
words seem to gather the sense that they
like children are no longer central
to this conversation.
They slip away to peer around
corners at our making straight-backed make believe
subjects, civility, sensible, ostensibly, sensibilllblillbly,
pardonable giggled, gardenable, wha –
what was I saying, the swung bar codes
of my eyelashes, flashes of your eyes
interfere with my processing
“Just talk I don’t care what” –
the sound of your voice, fragrance from your hair
every millimeter breath nearer is all I can be aware of
beyond this dizzying epicentre spinning
with that glance
desire? promise? invitation? awareness? possibility? need?
to read in depth at length unvocalized subtexts,
we are mercifully deaf and blind to audible meanings,
you are capable of intuiting my braille tongue,
how it is punched boldface.
you will trace a study of my
goosebumps to tastebuds
to flat flushed flares of heat.
Your breath probes open intents,
before my lips can close over the polite
grooves of leaden cliches, clattering,
they crunch under our feet as we stumble
backwards into walls, falling walls
no words left to fail us, we fall
those small noises
meek and quieted that go off on tiptoes
leaving us alone with each other to throw
off the feeble and absurd constructions
of these clothes and these words.