i want

slow lap around the pool
while it rains. a candle
sitting inside of itself

 a sad note on the piano
 over and over and over.
 you dancing with my

 hands around your
 waist. no flinching.
 a little more to the left

 I want an opera house
 in Germany, sitting empty
 in anticipation like a

 snipe headed back on the
 long trek from sea to sea,
 calling. I want your mouth

steady around a reed
blowing gently while I
touch the keys

a small kiss on the nape
of my neck while I sleep.
three or four weeks of peace

I want the feeling of
being without being.
of smoking a cigarette

in bed after fucking. I
want the sun to come
up and burn a streak

through the sky. I want
the world to crack open
when we touch, I want

catch and release. a small
lizard, a snake, a minnow or
three. the church down the

street to go to sleep. want
to ride you like only you
can take me where I have

always needed to go: a small
meadow alive with crickets,
flowers drunk on absinthe

my fingers touching their
trembling stems until
the ground bleeds.

I want to press you against
me until our bodies hum
with texture, soft music

and everything is wet
with synesthesia, sublimity.
terror and then light:

that little note just bent
its tiny knees! hopped
out of your mouth

alight between my thighs
like a god dripping out of
the sky at eschaton