UNDERNEATH

Reach out late at night and there's nothing on the table. Shot through with singing--
One soft, sweet thought. Memory unfolds you,
The thought of touch, a ghost along your neck. Mouth hanging open.
Attention flies. Punch bowl nightmares, you were with people
Talking in a crowded room. Step back. Unravel. This is a song about blossoms,
Insect buzzing, klieg light, grass fire. This song is frantic breathing. It's
Not thought out so much as wished; sudden hush, heart beating.
Getting stronger. Rocks to rivers; you wake up.


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