iiiiiAlways water, lately, always your face
iiiiidrawn with the clarity of angels,
a bat wing gleaming under the bridge
unmasking a stomach
iiiiiasking for touch, if not quite lust.
iiiiiI have never known how to be
happy without a body
of water, without someone I love in wait
iiiiioutside the mouth of the cave,
iiiiithe thought of if it’s safe
if we too wish to step into the waves
of heaven. There is no question, here,
iiiiithere is no brittle earth waiting for fire
iiiiiin the kiln. There is only
might, there is only
unformed vessel,
iiiiithe strong hand that’s needed
iiiiito shape a curve so delicate
it looks like no one even tried,
like it was the most natural thing in the world.