November 30, 2006
Stillborn
when dawn has no name, i become stormbound
waterfallen from your skin
where love lasts a second, sometimes a day.
the nomad dressed in hunger
drums to a hurricane, beaten
in prelude to silence and broken trees.
when dawn has no name, i become liquified
breathing violin sounds into newborn eyes.
i shut down the clocks,
close your voice and the howling desert wind;
time’s birched in a tree, swinging feet -
deprived of oxygen,
out of breath, out of mind i become stormbound;
ride north over glaciers where ice men cut time
and break sun-kissed waves, shoulders bared.
they exhale ozone in scaled lights -
look, there it weaves.
barely human, i scan the fjords.
rush through shallow water,
forget to stop looking for you
forget to stop, to love, to leave
forget to stand, to run, to close my eyes -
a sea gull glides above my head,
wails of lovers and the high of flight.
i am bound.
when dawn has no name, i lose you somewhere,
and the wind rattles me away.