Michael Aird - racemic interludes

and you
opening after to my
opening also

your mouth
breaks in less words, more life forms
a wave or
one look before the plunge to kingdoms

instead where barriers were
deserts unify
rain cuts through the endless surround
like the space of body markings

counting hair on a forearm
how many times come back
to maps again and contortion
out of them

for instance
your eyes dreaming of tigers

even kiln patterns match
themselves, but not to burn
names for things—unless I meet you
at the window; you part curtains

it was a world just watching you
I can mention in discard

will the cataracts roar over night fires

there’s your precision of lonely hours
already written in, collapse
to that freeze neighbouring

my opening after yours also

no stone pack to receipt hurt
layers let drift and drop off
with shoulders replied by a touch
vocabulary, juncture of your presence

that’s the beauty of it I see now
we attempted every settling to the end,
withheld the quartz outcome
for the walk home