Monday, December 13, 2010

Your words used to be geometric
carefully angled polygons of meaning measured to fit certain occasions
like a shape sorter toy
and i would hold each word examine it and wonder if it was meant for eye, tongue, heart, brain
or some other part
of which you would never speak
and the words always fit eye and brain
and too rarely tongue
spaces in my body became empty needing to be filled by more than plastic geometry
even though i was attracted to the colors
i didn't want to sort and make this be such a cerebral task
of putting pieces of you into me
so i just waited letting you put the pieces in
I kept myself open to more than just geometry and more than just us
until the threat of tsunamis of poetry gushing through my body
shifted your polygons into parabolas stretching through me
no longer structured
now I am only open to the angles of your geometry bending around my body
the circumference of your voice engulfing me with its depth
the area of your eyes sinking me in its volume
the perimeter of your shadow as it blends into mine
the surface area of your back for my nails to dig into
the square root of your sighs
the slope of your thrust
the infinity of your smile...

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