Poetry by Mela Blust

_distance

the sun shakes itself loose from the plaster of clouds,

still awakening from the sigh of last night’s cold

you stoke the fire with your bruised tongue

your hands all over my thighs

your eyes, everywhere but

you invent new languages in things left unsaid

quiescence falls between us

an alarming tranquility that you nestle into

and inside of which i feel lost.

you tell me that i’m getting farther away

right before you push me.

i lay my head down on your chest

listening to the powerful thudding

of your heart

and although you passed your last physical

with flying colors

to suddenly think that the fist sized organ i’m hearing

is responsible for the livelihood

of every inch

of the person i love most

is too fragile

to believe.