under your rocky touch

[amenOra]

from a year ago


May i speak so candidly as to ever say what justice finds itself becoming, its surface tension broken by the only tongue that sings its bells in chiming alignment, because afforded by time and distance for the sound to spread, it made music to my ears --

contact with you is the same
delicious breath
it is sufficient as itself
to nourish my being
simple elixir just a drop
and the night and day
stay full of each other

eyelashes
the slow face of clouds
moves over your
face; Wednesday
is forever if you have
enough time to figure
it out.

why
i dont know
why

do bird-wings
go infinity
into what they could
turn into?

partly my thought
impinges;
that is
the weight of the
apple
of
the
sins we
bear.

you can get lost like in a movie
just being with
someone.
whomever it is, you grow
conscious of an
interest--

feel the Gods arranging
pictures
as clouds stream in through
the square window.

now i look like you--
now the paint is dry.

season's greeting me with apologetic
faces and watery eyes;
partly pitiful, to be honest.

i mean-- why lie? i really am you,

reincarnated. we're in each other

like boxes that might not move.

it raises a brow,

as the sea-levels rise, and the earth
quakes again
under your rocky touch,
made to
love
and
damned:

what i once thought was
a good idea;

now cold earth has
to
inter-
pose.