Over & Over Again. And Each Time I Say, “I See You.”
Marley taped in panels, rolled out left to right.
An expanse of horizonal possibility.
The Absence Of on full display, set against:
Down center spot.
Up softly. Like an eye that opens after sleep.
The blur of sticky breath &
Nothing on between these sheets.
Ivory steeped satin across cool nipples;
A dropped cloth to reveal
A chiseled statue.
Ribs flare, chest rises, downy hairs cascade
On two arms tuned to the mere pin prick of movement.
So subtle to be revelatory.
A cut through of air in condensation around
This hot-blooded form.
We’re at a meeting of fronts. All this rumble & flash.
Less than minutes,
Less than miles away from freedom. And you:
Turn hand to palm.
A slender finger to cheekbone.
The concavity of shoulders in defense of folding this seam the other way.
The torque of:
The heart space.
The electricity rising from somewhere beneath
That Marley-covered floor.
Trust is in the simplicity:
Tension in the lack of affectation:
A cool drink because you’re thirsty.
A cleared throat because you’re thirsty.
A devouring of space because you’re thirsty.
A voicing of Yes because you’re thirsty.
From my position – relative to yours – I am set, simply, in relief:
One Clear Cord
Over & Over again.
& it is because of you that I am now: