About Face

Your smile to me was the fire that split 

from blackened coal lips to jagged uplift,  

your reach within courted me into it,    

fragility. Like how the blind touch, sift

our language. I craved you mine, shivering

darkness. You were still sky, draped velvet veil

living in second state, and lingering 

my whispers of love coursing and frail.  

I dreamt you blank faced at night, your atoms

encasing the universal veil to

light and no flesh, filtrating pure acid

I touched you corroding and knew,

the surreptitious peek, your flash white bone raw

metamorphism, against the lock door. 

Science Sings a Morning Call

 We are only the salt of dreams,

you must lift your feet. Hydrogen glints in your eye,

sending beams, the whole world humming awake.

brandishing a solar circle

on a dark drawn room. Do this.

light the candle

like a swaying moon, to bright.

You can rest, there in the mix of elements,

the little white lights that are you.

they sing the language of days you haven’t heard before,

and you can trail still sleepy ghosts

and see constellations

you paint the colours of rushing noise

transmitting through ossicles to the labyrinth.

Get up. Do it. Stretch your back to the sky

ninety percent of your body is stardust

and

each atom in each cell in each eye

formed in the core of a star.

you burn breath like magician’s smoke

carrying all the planets close. Flowering in Liaoning.

Earth’s early opening eye.

I get into the car on the way back and want to rest my head on your shoulder and you look at me and smile and offer it so I can lean in and your head falls on mine and I think now maybe I am mad because you are the greatest friend. I close my eyes whilst the car, with all this heat spinning out of it, too much heat, plays music. Its every dark beat fills the hidden but very much there air with energy. And I can see you all are here still, like seeing silhouettes. I sit at the meal and the waiter and we take photographs and he pours our drinks and we can’t make out every word but we are laughing, I can see you smile there and it is good. Every word that used to be a stutter comes out braver now, you all knew me all along. I tell the joke with charisma and when they all laugh it stretches something. We watch sparklers and i hear how he loves you, and what she thinks, and everything about her and who she is and us pulsate in flickers. Everything takes me and i get home and it’s ‘Natalie, come look at the stars tonight’ and we look for ages and you tell me how they are far away and close, how they are past and present, how we see them, so they are. You tell me everyone sees. We move but they stay. I whisper that they are always there. I thought at night maybe everyone’s drunk and I have never been drunk before but I stand dizzy with stars, and taking everything I love with me, play making shapes

She soaked visions

She said with sugarcane strawberry lips, ‘When I am with you my body is alight. It’s like I’m fire. I’m mad for you.’ From then on I saw simply the world lit with moon-beams, swerving across the planet like flashlights, engorging Earth with cellular stars that passed from her to me. 

I remember you, 
Atomic eyes 
You split your second side

I wanted to travel, with an unfragmented eyes-shut desire, I thought that the unexplorable in me could be found in the outer world, that somehow silently I could move through space and tie myself timelessly to all I Loved and Found. A knot tied itself between and within all I ran through. I would journey along The Way with my torn sweat ridden tickets that swapped themselves over to the untold promise, the swaying paths. Everyone, everyone I saw somewhere had this desire, this very same feeling, I was sure of that. Even non-movers were travellers, turning themselves over under dusty skies, travelling to some space, the same space, where we all opened our suitcases, binocular eyed, to find it.

Maya

Every time we touched I felt the sun shudder and shatter into a million shards like travelling aircrafts plummeting straight for us, hitting bodies, falling alight. I said everything in darkness; your body, a solitary sun, sat solid. You were like lanterns flickering with laughter at how I called your back the sea. 

 Silent we go, and I want to close.

 Everything, everything spins.

I remember noticing you had a gun shaped bruise on your leg, and I stroked the barrel whilst your mouth set me hot, your out-takes of cartoon carbon floating in bubbles to the left. Always always our arms were like rubbing sticks, and we built fire. 

I attached myself to your fleeting works that sung my bones to glow worms. Each one coming and going, coming and going, in and out of bloodflow, and I loved how you cut through. I told the girl sometimes you see them everywhere and it’s good. I couldn’t contain you stretched like the fifty million horizons in front of me, a whispered secret promise, glinting gold. Tried to spread myself around you furiously, hold alone but everything spills to overflow.

Once you looked at me and said, “I can’t believe you.”

I flexed light around my palm, sealed my lips. ———-

 

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