i want to put a big thick
hard cover in your hands.
i want the sands to stop
running; i want to feel them
pausing between my toes,
breathing, sweating. i want to
stop running from what i love.
i want to reach down and pick up
a star-fish in mid-regeneration
and say: this. this is important.
i want this world to break wide open
and finally find the love-chest bursting
deep down inside. i want to stop hurrying,
i want my girl to stop worrying, i want our
time here to mean something, to feel our hands
and feet move like colors in the sky, to know
our own voice again, who we were long before
birth, long before the birth-right shoved in.
i want to feel the hot rolling waves of desire
and malaise coming off the night. i want, i want
to follow that buzzing song straight through
my skin into my heart-grave and beyond.