Monday, May 02, 2011

Untitled (I Smoke Naked)

I smoke naked because I don’t know what else to do with you
And as long as the night is an envelope I stand for another letter
Conversations I have had with you that you will never see
And the blue air lends itself like a sheet and the silver smoke curls in uppercase

You must know that all I would ever like to breathe is all that is edited
It is your mind and not mine because I have never taken well to erasure
And it is a fallacy that something resembling infancy is favored
Because while they are sad your eyes are not things that move me like a mother

Perhaps because they are sad they are black and thin like burnt paper
And I have never been one to cry so water won’t disintegrate it all
The taste of ash and smoke will lie in my mouth but not yours
For numbered hours while the morning collects and prints itself

And I hope then we are asleep because that is what moves me most
When the eyes are closed and the breath is slow as a turning page
You will find I am dressed well and composed again only after
I smoke naked because I don’t know what else to do with you

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