You lack
an awareness
of the space
you fill.

Over nicotine embers
I consider your light,
the tilt of your chin,
the taste, this night
this harbinger of possible
inevitable flight.

I fall to memory, claim clemency
for these thoughts, these indecencies
As we tear wounds in forearm, in flesh
we fall to things unsaid, unseen but felt

It's never a normal night with us,
we say, we laugh, then the inhale.
We dance back to shallow
secure the marrow back deep in our bones
til next time, til next time.
The depth of you
reconvenes in cracks
and fissures and 
how easily you skate
between dark and light;
how softly you step
amongst the debris of the world.

You I consider
at various angles
a myriad of poses
from a far, from dangerously close
reflected in mirrors forgotten
the "lidded blue flames under your brow"
the this, the I don't know, the cellist's bow

You return me to Buddha
with your naivete, your scarless skin, your
embrace of your whole self
Belly to be rubbed, fortune to be found

There's an elegance to you, unwritten, that
I'm afraid to mention.
You may grow additional eyes,
lose your balance,
and find disturbance in your center

You I examine 
with words you
claim no possession
a red glint upon lip
the ease I love to disrupt
the elegance of the way you
embrace your whole self.

All possible
because you don't yet know
and who am I
to tell you