Another moonless night in a strange house
That I know as well as the lines of your hands
Bodies and cotton joined together to form a single block
of absolute stillness
Everything is in place but
Everything is flowing, light
Everything spins in a galactic spiral, I take a breath.
The eyes exert pressure and I concentrate but
I get lost in perceptions of each sense
I lose myself in memories I never lived
In memories of others that I took as my own
In dreams I don't remember dreaming
In ideas that dissipate like specks of dust
In the darkness of the cosmos of your eyes
And it makes my skin crawl when you brush against my back
And on a distant radio they talk about nuclear war.
But they say nothing
Because there is nothing left to say.
Photographers: secondary images