no longer distinguishable..

which parts are theirs
and which are yours
yet
they all sing together
slipping in and out of each other
sometimes slow sometimes fast
to pluck
a broken nerve
or suck a bleeding vein
a word cradle
all sloshy & immense in its quiet power
completely unaware of heads
floating away


*

The Forest

take my hands, he said

and we flew
the blood rushing to my face
-----------

my eyes had to shake
themselves
for clustered in the trees
were the glittering echoes
of stars

our energy, he said

and suddenly i became sad
remembering the shattered moon

*