the deer with the white belly

you
have stolen the words
from my
window

your fluid reflection pose

you have stolen
the lavender
flowers,
the soap straight from my
grasp

i watch you
like a
deer

‘like’

(keep the word)

a deer

and i see where you have
lain for the
night

the grass is flattened
white

warm

almost as
warm
as your body

i will continue to watch
from my window

in the vase i will keep the flowers

by the sink will be the white bar, whole and dry

in this house we will
wait
and the sun will shine through
all the openings

waiting out winter

waiting for
you………..

i want your goose
bumps

i wish to create those
goosebumps

lets paint your skin
create a human
mirror
and find our eyes

i need your bumps
the squawk of
the goose
outside

tips of fingers
we
should touch together
mime our secrets
in silence
and discover the
words we feel
for
one another

i will create your
goosebumps

trade those goosebumps

share your goose
bumps
with mine.

it or he or, i

if you could,
would
you sit on the elephants tusks
would he be real
or
statue in a museum
would
it or he
rise on back feet
let you feel the power
of you
and he
or
it

hold

but don’t hold too tight
just
put your palm on its cheek
and trust
while it
or he or i
rise
up on back
feet.

Yore of I

I mistook
your
belly button
for space travel –
the little
dipper
of
freckles
along your
leg
and thought
I
was lost
on
a white desert
your
skin
tanless-cream-perfection