jayivan

in another place and time
this sleepy candle bar
would be a rocket ship
to a wild eyed star

stretched and stretching further,
your taut chest rises with each billowy breath

sun-dreamt bodies
rise from short grass

would sink fast——
in mud thick black

compressed by fever
truth shines in few lines

can’t sleep, won’t sleep
now that ive opened the windows:
the sun pours over pores,
the wind washes me in soft touch,
the whole of the earth rises up against me in its sweet hardness

tripling reflections of street-walking
puddles
windows
glass doorways
falling from the sky and rising from the cobbled stone
passing through walls, benches, placards, treepits, bicyles chained to themselves, tree pits soaked in the morning rain that lingers until dusk’s delay