not sleeping, but dreaming (buying a moon) by YouInventedMe, literature
Literature
not sleeping, but dreaming (buying a moon)
in the dark
my mind
slips
restless
leaves my body
finally still
assured in sensation
composed
and at ease
with the love
that
pours out of me
.
this is
my only set
of tongue
& teeth
my shape has been changed
by the language we speak
and I can not be
anything other
I am a torrent
earnestly
exalting
I will spill
honestly
for all to see
I am etched
in wonder
& delight
.
would you have me be
cut
from simpler cloth
would you have me
silence blood
& singing bone
would you have me?
here
where I feel
long-necked and poised
waiting for your whispers
to raise
my skin
where this coffin is
a vessel on its way
to somewhere else
and all these bones
are singing songs
in the languages
of breath
let me stay
in sunset minutes
where the stars are hanging low
where my blood begins to hum
where a glimpse
of your fingertips
just completely
does me in
I'm also
a feather
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
s l o w l y
waiting
to see
which way
your winds
will blow me
and if it
seems
the
breeze
s h i f t s courses
day to day
(that's okay)
I'll just
keep on
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
either way
it's an introduction without contact
but I still sense that
same spark
which speaks
with trembling hands
while tongue-tied hopes
hold heart's half-plans
in the freedom of finer points
forgotten
and suppose you find
your old skin surprises
stretched taught (new tricks)
sweat slick
swallowing the night
like it never did
(comfortably)
sure
if ever you were close
we'd pick each others poison
perfect inebriation
and initiate that trouble you've been longing for
but you'd find me
already
punch-drunk on proximity
all awkward arms
secret smiles
and nervous laughter
revealing
I make plans like promises