harmless cycle
a collection of harmless poems.
dreams i might have
he told me i should never tell
of any dreams i might have
while he was away
so when he came back
i said nothing of the red ghosts
or how he would cover my mouth
until i began to laugh
this is why i am harmless
something to do with these hands
and a heart that won't goddamn stop
fingers always reaching
our smoke-dance tonight
left me hard and blind
with nothing left to say but please
into the sweet void of your mouth
already descended and plundering
covering me until i begin to shake
this is why i am harmless
a heart that won't goddamn stop
and fingers always reaching
for the after-moment
of another unfulfilled evening
fingers reaching for you
malnuit
down in the deep
where the little girl lies
clutching tight my darkness
among the cornsilk weeds
this is why i am harmless
something to do with those hands of hers
and the way her back turns
forever away from shore
so always i have poled along
the edge of these waters
and shake in the bad nights
remembering the moment she slipped
the fullness from under my ribs
meaning this is where i am
waiting on the shallow edge of sleep
for a girl always turning always smiling |
