as i whisper
i will hold you still between my thumbs
slowly rolling you like a cigarette
with no beginning or end, no sad ears
pierced with crystallized gold (as i whisper
slipping slowly over cool frozen words).
i wish i could muster from these damaged bones
a small poem or a linear thought of light
to gift you as i swim in circles singing
(i will hold you still between my thumbs)
and i will send you time in a letter
and i will ask you if you’re yellow
as your eyes turn cold like two distant moons;
(and i whisper again folding small notes)
i will hold you still between my thumbs.
