Friday, July 12, 2013

I Do by Kumiko Mae





When you hear the tracks creak
like a storm with secrets
underneath, breathe because it only means
I'm going home to you

When meat sizzles and oil hisses
for the rawness of each emotion
that falls flat, head first, diving airless on this heated earth,
I will smell the feast that follows--
I will know you will soon be ready

Life is happening
it's in motion, rapid sometimes
and it will consume each space
like water is to vessel
filling up to the rim til it overflows,
if you let it,
or can't help to

Like when I tire
and lie on my stomach
where my chest will fall heavy
but never enough,
my mouth will be open
saliva will fall--
I am thirsty,
can't help it,
I never can control

Like in my dream, where anything can,
does happen, helplessly
the walls shriek
the pipes speak
and the hollowness is revealed
not to be the endless hall
or the catless night,
but within, thus
gasp is all I do

And you, a blanket of silence
will cover my eyes
with peace

Lacing your fingers between the married
truths and lies that lurk the night
until lashes fall
and I see clearer
then I believe what I already know,
I'm already home.

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