De gustibus ... asleep with the grass in your ear,
palm down, in sunlight ...
te amo te amo te amo
i forget if the person i saw was myself or you
asleep in the placenta of memory
palm clasped,
in the dark
the dark spaces swimming with sunspecks
tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow
omnifilling, everything radiating out
heartparticles in the dusty grubbing
in the yellow air
between my fingers
mirrorshard in my eye
tearing fullducted out for true
denial denial deny
ohm omni ominimimi mi oh oh all of me
loosepacked experience
sloshing up the sides + into corners
settling,
reformed,
i like this,
a sigh -
your breathing in tune to the trees
palm down in the dirt
asleep / looking.
-- something i wrote at bard when i was lonely, in love (i think), and happy to be alone. --