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.
faith
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.
RESURRECTION mag 