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a collaboration

 

 

 

I

 

these words 

a collaboration

(following Anne)

somewhat of your words and

somewhat of mine

across seas and mountains and

many countries

between conversations naked

screens and pen scratched into

paper our

 

possible leaves

 

openings and un

ending networks that bring me

close to you

 

closings, too-

like autumn; Halloween, a flight from London

(with no prospect of return)

arteries turbulent flow valves

opening          closing

opening

 

possible leaves

 

 

II

 

etching your body into mine you leave my

blood to trickle down my arms which you

taste

returning something of myself

to you

 

we are trying to share pain

intimacy that lingers

rich and dark

 

afterwards you shower

leaving me to linger in your bed

hurting

healing with the

sting of your tendril-hands scratched into my arms

fluorescent &

shimmering with love

 

 

III

 

returning from the hospital

after mum’s psychosis

I saw your face flicker

in the strobe a

turbulence

tender            serious            kind

you said i can be far away

if you need me to be

(i wasn’t in a place for crushes then)

 

you were like a young tree to me

with pasted-on leaves

I didn’t know you would root


my real green golden thing

 

 

IV

 

I moved from London to Barcelona

this autumn

leaving one exit for another

wondering when i would find an entrance:

a valve, perhaps?

a way to be a part of each other’s lives

close yet free. 

 

possible leaves

 

atriums like

airports

liminal space

waiting and thinking and

waiting at

dusk the sun

closed on the day & the storm

lingered the

light went golden

fluorescent with

me, here and

you in London 

waves of connection

shimmering & narrowing

close and

far

 

 

V

 

in lonely plazas i smell

cypress trees and think of our

possible leaves

 

 

VI

 

plane suspended above this storm

strobe light

flickering beneath

clouds both

everywhere and nowhere

fluorescence:

a floating menace

that feeling, every flight:

is this how i’m going to die?

 

always waiting for a crisis

valves opening          closing

opening

 

VI

 

let go

 

let go

 

special person

 

we are

 

floating

 

 

possible leaves

 

in seas

Atlantic or

Mediterranean

 

 

 

Ireland;

England;

Germany;

Spain;

 

our tendrils

drifting 

 

           meeting

 

 

when you tilt your body back in

one sea

think

of mine in

 another

our tendrils

 

 floating

 

           

touching

 

floating

 all around

like a happened balloon

 

possible leaves

 

on the surfaces of waters-deep

 

sea-secret

 

medusa bodies

           

exist

 

many miles

 

from each other

 

yet

 

my tendrils and yours remain

close

 

 

a happiness is spreading