The Hot Place

I fidget in the corner darkness
because I want to see you come;


Closer to the infinitesimal
since I played this moment quietly.


The way the subtle light hits
makes my hand look somewhat older


But I can’t confess a paragraph
to keep my lips against your shoulder-


I taste the sinewed hardwood floor
I’ll lean against the wind;


I can feel the watery atmosphere
from the position I am in.


My reference point is a line
entwining red-blue rising luck,


Positioned to the synchronous inhale-
I like to see you from feet up.


-Dec. 2002