September 24, 2009

i see you over my open book



i see you over my open book
folded in half
still in the chair
the floor a desk
each hand
playing each your toes
biting your thumb
over careful lines
and feet of space
which is rolled over itself again
until you find me out

i see you over blighted leaves
crowded with hope
glorious, prone,
fissuring laughter
surrendered pause
and will
for they are yours-
these rights to linger
trying not to be afraid
like you
for you
as you find me out