Nourish

Nourish me when waves no longer crash against 
my shore and my caves no longer echo 
with broken-glass-voices. 

When night rushes too quickly to morning 
hold me against your rhythm 
and make time cease. 

And when I lie mute and motionless as near-death 
let me soak in your quotidian days 
but never, never let go. 
 Tonight 

Next morning the vision is unclear 
Misty edged 
Like the past in old movies 
All tangled limbs 
And hair 
Flesh pressing flesh 
And pain 
And exquisite pleasure. 

Sometimes I am unsure 
it happened at all 
Semiconscious 
It melds seamlessly 
with my dreams 
Unable to separate conscious from unconscious. 

All day my mind shifts through 
my sordid sepia snapshots 
Trying to decipher if that 
Was my thigh or yours 
That reached that acrobatic position, 
Maybe tonight will help me work it out. 
And you are 

Do you know that when we lie 
And nothing else is 
And your scent is strong 
I close my eyes and sigh? 

Do you know that when we kiss 
And something inside dissolves 
And I feel my body melt, 
I find my bliss? 

Do you know that when you talk to me in your slumber 
And you breathe in sea-rhythm against my skin 
And you smell like candles in the church 
I have to bite back my hunger? 

You are black holes 
And birds flying south 
And chocolate cake 
And you are winter nights when a cold breeze blows against me and I know 
that soon I'll be home. 
Winter Sundays 
(darkness falls at 5, and cold winds blow you down to the empty schoolyard 
holding hands with an almost stranger) 
a car passes 
the head lights 
a luminous axe murderer smile appears hovering over me, 
my eyes readjust to the darkness 
you melt into the night, becoming 
breath and hand and mouth. 
the stars reappear, 
like voyeurs 
they disappeared at 
the first sign of light, then 
twinkled back into existence as the car passed 
the stars and me 
a phantom breath on my neck 
no eyes 
don't tell me stories of your baby brother and his dog 
be 
just breath and hand and mouth.