Desire [even in the time of the tyrant]

then i am sprawling in through me

then i am fastened into myself

into my points and my pulls

then i am spinning in rev, in stare

it is a stun and a shunning of this life

it is a slutting of this life

it is a spawning of this moment

i am a promise awake with knowing

a pull in a thread

sprawling

a sputtering

a stuttering

a slant

a song

a rising

a falling

a driving to the edge & waiting

a waiting for the edge to fall

an edging closer to the fall

a wanting the fall to crush

and now i am in the fall

i am the fall

i thank the desire

i kiss the desire

i hold the desire

i thumb the desire

i bite the desire

i thrust the desire

i grind the desire

i rub the desire

it is without oars

& sitting

lulling

circling in a pond

it is the wind tracing

the feet of the kicking beneath that surface

the earth beneath sucking & sucking

that filling of the mouth

that shattering of time

i am bringing myself to a standstill

i am allowing the water to spread

i am afloat in the desire

the desire of me

of you

i am pinning myself to the surface

waiting for the moon to fall

longing for the pierce of stars

tonguing the night

brushing away the darkness

til there is light

around

beneath

inside

til my eyes

open

to the white

of the sky