Andrew 01.01.09 - 02.04.09 Long Nights, Love Songs, and Talks of Ocean Shores
Body between me and the window, moon-
fleshed he knows how to eclipse
the morning thoughts, turn dark lines
into dark corners; make my fingers ache to trace
the craters of his limbs, hollows of his face.
He speaks and the gravity moves the sea-
water bubbling up my spine. I can't see
the frosted cars or still lingering moon
past the halo of morning ringing his face.
He leaves whispered pearls at the corners of my lips,
smiles as his body is burned into eyes, a trace
silhouette flickering along my line
of sight. My body screaming "Touch me, read the lines
of my hands, find my creased future, tell me what you see."
He has the fingers of really decent saints trickle-tracing
my palm; pulse caught up in the mound of venus, heel of the moon.
His breath brushes the small hairs; still, this is an eclipse
and bodily he moves on. I remember his face
as a time of day; without him here, I can't find my bed, face
the window and wonder and whine, the telephone lines
cutting the sky into upper and lower lips.
His shadow sits behind my eyes; I'm hoping to see
that drowning blue mouth swallow the moon,
but moon knows it's course, the tip of a finger tracing
those trembling lips, the way he used to trace
my trembling hips. From my window I watch his face
sink beneath the trees as if they were legs, moon
shining under my sheets, between branches and the lines
of the street, fighting the flickering V and C
on the vacancy sign down the block, and the ellipse
of light from the last streetlamp. I lower my head, lips
on the chill glass, trying to see deeper into his shadow, trace
the lines of his body, or those he walked to leave, or left me with: see-
sawing cracks that shimmy up my spine and skirt my face;
trying to find an orbit, or a place to sleep, following the line
of the horizon lightening after claiming the moon.
Under my skin there is moonlight, and between my lips
saltwater mixes with lines of old poems, traces
of half-remembered songs, his body, and the face of the sea.