kinetics

Rocking chairs are funny -

push pull them

and in the end,

actually we move each other.

Pervasive, in my thoughts -

you sit somewhere in my skull,

move

me

I move

So much that perhaps,

this motion

this movement

is lost

kind of like getting lost in the dark

like - how -

we-

move the-

night-

together-

impressions

impressions

are like marks we

left

on your skin.

people you meet at school functions

a chance meeting

corner eye meet me

hello

handshake man.

Soft -

ink stain?

Top button undone

brown eyes?

memory turns blue.

makes me a little blue

does he

do

you

I?

agree entirely

yes,

so.

Features take over

what I know now to be your face -

"Third freckle to the left -"

turn right you'll see

you can't miss it

too much

beauty within that

skin.

can't miss that

skin

covers words

gone

to

from

"Sorry, I didn't catch your name?"

to a simple

"good morning,"

breathed easy

at seven a.m.

Now if only

I could feel that breath

as it whispers what it writes

to the

alone a.m. me

connotations

Suggestive?

touch feel move

breath dark

strange,

unplan present past

future

the here-and - now

gasp

oxygen

cloy

hands

mouth

sensation

temptation

relation -

say speak

your mind

constant

fleeting

open your eyes

withdraw.

- too ended -

too -

soon.

For my father

Player piano -

the music sits somewhere

in between his fingers

and his

jazz, silent sounds.

I can't understand -

the words mean

time thought small slow smooth

move

that

beat

and flow.

flow -

something has come about

between his subconscious and his

soul;

Like how a singer can speak,

and then weave you

some lonely, lovely stranger's voice -

I know you,

but where did that come from?

Not even a breath.

He breathes within the music;

or perhaps,

the music breathes

in him.

Either way -

all left,

leaving a

sigh,

and a

gasp.

the air between your teeth

because he has words

and I just like to sit and listen -

Scared of such gravity,

Depth of the air, and he

will only speak words that

illuminate

What I swear

I was trying to see.

My only fragility being

in the envy

I feel for the air -

When I'm only somewhere,

and he's still

there.

on time and your face

it's funny, how much

someone's face changes

up close -

I mean, when it's just

right next to yours-

rightupclosetoyours.

And there's not that screen of air,

Dividing

the way I see your eyes,

or your mouth,

or the

little freckles on your

skin.