GOD YOU ARE

if i begin to say i want this

to be the part of my body that touches

yours and i want the music in the next room

to stop

outside u-hauls move lives

the exact science of this is the science of moving whole

lives from one point to another as if life is a heavy shell on your back as if the only

point of my body is the one it makes when it shuts you in a dark room

called sex

is it your eyes i ask is it your eyes

things that are born and live in darkness (sea caves)

going to the next room and hoping you follow i say don’t fuck with the kid

who brought a gun back from easter holidays

don’t fuck

around i sleep but i only sleep around you

your body caught inside the curl of mine like a whisper as the sun waxes and wanes

late afternoon (we have come so far)

the sanctity fuck it the sanctity of life although i do not sanction

life i broke that fence but on this side of the century there are no sacred places

left there is no sanctity

no one listens to the music in the next room as i struggle to stay awake

clean thru to sunrise to see the new light examining the plane and scape of your face or as

i wait sober at the bar to know if it is me you think of home with

mostly or if night by night you carry your life with you as turtles do

(without asking i want nothing more than this)

as a turtle you do you are a bright thing born to darkness you are like birds’ nests thrashed

from trees in a hard rain or turtles’ eggs washed out to sea

if i begin to say but do not say that i will miss you do you hear it

do you listen in your sleep as i brush the light back from your face (your face)

bright thing as hard to look upon as the sun

as hard to leave as time behind

as hard to go as hard to go