well,
flabbergasted yes
you had me
nibble on the pillow
yes, dear, wide-eyed
panting, anticipating
the next languid turn
of your head
of your spine
the way it touches
the earth, owning earth
the giant that you are
stomping away
gentle, divine, awry
perhaps that's why
they never heard a sound
until that crash
perhaps you
didn't hear it too
perhaps you spoke
too softly, too true
perhaps you bled
too quietly too
perhaps the drops
steamed out
through the sad lines
of your eyes
those incensed lies
perhaps
you heard it early
in the morning
when the sun
chose to rise
with you
and all you had to do
was do
and all you had to do
was welcome you
-for JD-
