jayivan

i’m in
i’m in 
in the hollow in the terre 
dirt-eaters, blind-feeders, 
pitch on pitch
the all within the wall,
equally eyeless
quip upon quip
dark on dark
a space without hope, without tomorrows, without nows, without withness

a beautiful empty blackness 

i can hear the others but i don’t touch their motions 
here we all stand naked and black and emptyful
the plane beneath our feet is solid as black is bright 

i rise
the other yous rise 
we rise
i rise
i can hear the yous
i can hear the me
breath
step
blink 
i can see no yous
i can see no me

touch me
i can touch me
i can hear the touch
skin on skin 
i can hear the yous touch the yous
you-skin on you-skin 
soft and gentle, a whisper, a wist

separate-togetherness
touchless-touching
in-ex-haling

i stretch silent 
until a crack cracks the quiet
a pop
a pop pops
a bubble of black bursts

i swell
the me swells 
the you swells
the we swells

summer cicadas

tones upon tones dance in the dark, lithe, a lotus aloft opens 

soft petals scintillate through me, through yous, a sightless form of breath touch vibration

i fold into my egg
shoulders like wings wrap around my skin
i am held 
i am holding
i am whole.