your eyes smile whispers shake into

the nicknames we make up
for each other are petri dishes
where memories will flourish
once we've gone away

but we can't fly 'til we've
roosted, pigeons in their
black caress of stooplight
while bats zoom in and
out of swarms

i'll escape this freight
train hold, this momentum
that takes my labels
pins them up and
fires rifles to point

the mess of you in my arms
letting go, your hair splayed
i could not do this alone but
i am. a figure of speech.

eyes loose all there is into
yours but it falls endlessly
into a bottomless wish
gathering wings to gust
windy glides, can't you just

hold me up, for a sec
let go of your idea, and
yield a current i cannot
trace...the finest markings
on your reddening skin-

scape, the words are chinese
finger traps that don't
stand for these hearts chances
when in this sappy crust
i've found sparks

spears and history to hurl
them at, found regret to
ignore, and a girl whose smile
is a circuit i wish i could
complete.