January 24th - Levels of Being Naked
Levels of Being Naked
Your eyes will deceive you, she says with her hands
Forget what you know about yourself
There's nothing for sure
It's all passing through,
and collecting together
Becoming something new.
A piece of me and a piece of you
Curving sounds of blurred lines
Into echoes of touch and the shadows of words
- stretching in the low light and filling the room
Moving like the flame on a taper candle
And melting so slowly that it's hard to notice the change until you turn away
It's what's written in the margins, babe
Writers are always trying to capture things
If you can't give it up, at least take a break
Once in a while, I glimpse something new
There are levels to this, her skin transcribes under the tracing of fingertips
The memory fades like a palpitation in an otherwise healthy heart
Until the flush starts
And I forget about myself remembering what's outside, pushing in
There are levels to this, she says patiently as she wraps me into the blankets with her.