Thu Nov 15, 2012
do you suffer from depression
i want to ask but meanwhile
electronic trance pours a silky tea into our ears
steeped in the red that pervades this room
here we are in San Francisco on a bright night
two people alone with our insomnia
blooming like violent wildflowers and loose lightning
our mouths draw the shapes of dim perceptions washed from a broken flow of melatonin
you spread over the sheets, skinny as daylight in winter,
stare at me upside-down.
to me speak of depth perception
as you suck nitrous oxide into your lungs like grenade smoke.
later we lie next to each other, pointlessly,
coaxing sleep into the room with crumbs of prayer
perhaps i kneel at the threshold of consciousness
building churches out of slender touch, parsimonious and fragile.
for hours, you traced circles on my skin