BESIDE YOUR LIMBS

As the moments rustle on
a leaf to one's footsteps marking time
the crumpled brown and red - how beautiful dead things are!

As conversations become breaths in between sentences
pauses developping into rightful silences
where one can close their eyes
letting birdsongs and windscapes
chatter for us.

You whisper silk words that my hands weave into a scarf
and slowly
I wrap it around my head...

Then it falls over my eyes!
I am a stumbling, drunken fool around you.

I fall down on the grass beside your limbs...

I fall down on the grass in the shade of an indesicive sun
the shade of your eyes that do not judge
that do not look to answer questions
others would ask of me.

No.

So I am an undisturbed pond,

and You are a swan, a monochrome swan
your neck folding down into my ripples
slowly fishing for something.

I hold you there
trying not to cuccoon you in waves or tides
trying not to trample you with the rains that fill me
until I leak and sometimes I'm so muddy.

You keep fishing.

I try not to guess whether your feathers are black or white -
for I am just a pond!
Feeling the weight of your beak
stroking the murky depths,

So I am here with you
you are here with me.

The time passes and neither of us look for a clock.