tallonrk1
01-13-2016, 02:48 PM
Two blinking red lights
A ribbon of smoke, the way
he rolls his wristband
up and down his arm.
His hair half-wet and still drying.
He walks in front of me,
as if this is the sidewalk’s problem.
As if the sidewalk went to the park
last night and blew
a ribbon of smoke
out of its mouth, and he
looks at me with his eyes
for once—
two blinking red lights, the way
he runs his hand
up and down his arm. Hair
moving alongside his hand, and I,
watch him say nothing.
This space.
His breathing—
ribbons of smoke I could
squeeze into my lungs.
His steady body
begs for the softness of a hug,
the softness of finger-split hair,
the softness of
this pain
this pain
A ribbon of smoke, the way
he rolls his wristband
up and down his arm.
His hair half-wet and still drying.
He walks in front of me,
as if this is the sidewalk’s problem.
As if the sidewalk went to the park
last night and blew
a ribbon of smoke
out of its mouth, and he
looks at me with his eyes
for once—
two blinking red lights, the way
he runs his hand
up and down his arm. Hair
moving alongside his hand, and I,
watch him say nothing.
This space.
His breathing—
ribbons of smoke I could
squeeze into my lungs.
His steady body
begs for the softness of a hug,
the softness of finger-split hair,
the softness of
this pain
this pain