another storm
Posted: January 24th, 2011, 1:14 pm
With skin in sedimental mystery—
as if it’s granulated even when
it’s smooth— with something slick my fingertips
experience in moments when I drag
them slowly over the horizons of
your body’s pose: relaxed, asleep, erotic—
heart aroused; the rest of me is numb
and who I am is not the I who’d come,
who stands in snows’ escapes with thoughts robotic
in their calculations and with love
moronic in imagination: crag
and dune and white and white and white— it slips
away from me: your ecstasy, your zen,
your grace that’s whiter than this snow would be.
as if it’s granulated even when
it’s smooth— with something slick my fingertips
experience in moments when I drag
them slowly over the horizons of
your body’s pose: relaxed, asleep, erotic—
heart aroused; the rest of me is numb
and who I am is not the I who’d come,
who stands in snows’ escapes with thoughts robotic
in their calculations and with love
moronic in imagination: crag
and dune and white and white and white— it slips
away from me: your ecstasy, your zen,
your grace that’s whiter than this snow would be.
