Tonight, you are a white tunnel inhaling my thoughts
object of desire, suspended
My words spilled out before your wet corridor of light
glistening there in a frozen fire
You burn me with a white agony
my eyes cannot resist tracing your borders
Cool globe of desire, strophic as a ballad
you perturb me, hanging there
I wish I could turn away from your throbbing diameter
you must be adored at a distance
Never
is when I will caress your cold valleys
Fondle your stark borders
lick your crescent clean
You will still be suspended there
a clock’s tongue locked in pendulum
Even when my relentless tantrum of love
is swallowed back into loam
Even when it seeps down to merge with underground rivers
to drip from the salivating mouths of caves
You will still dangle, indifferent
tonight a porcelain orb, tomorrow a sliver of ice
Here I yearn below, begging your blankness
ravenous with love
And you float, ashen and aloof
some almost-lover
Your chilled scythe ravishing the black, starry canvas
the murky, blurred soup of night
Where I had buried myself in obscurity
evading the sharpness of your fluorescent spotlight
You, oblivious as glass
a self-satisfied circle
You pierce me with cream, taunt me with a callous
alabaster sleekness
Tonight, you are a fragment of a lily, its pungent and velvet petal
my tongue wonders: do you taste bland as a communion wafer, or salty as a stone?
You would think with all my panting and heaving
straining, twisting of muscles, my raw coveting
You would swoop down to lay yourself in my palm
take your repose between my legs
Wrap yourself in my thirsty sheets
give in to my longing
If you approach a little closer, I might seduce you
blur your chalky borders
Make you shiver, ripple
like your reflection on the lake’s ink
But you keep a wise distance, hovering there in your round obstinacy
I am scalded by your purity
Voiceless, flavorless, just a magnet to the eye
stoic in your leaden sky, impenetrable in ivory armor
Won’t you let yourself be worshipped?
do you mock all this fruitless pining?
I fall asleep with your searing pearl in my mind
your silver haunts the gauze of my dreams
Don’t you discern my lust in your marbled beams
strewn before you in pieces?
You are a familiar stranger
I cannot claim to know your pale body
This is what will happen— little by little, I will decay
and you will remain there, eternal, an unclosed eyelid
Watching my slow decrepitude, observing my arc of passion
wane with the passing of years
Which to you are like momentary breaths
condensed in a winter’s night
And like you have done with all the others
you will draw no conclusions, confess no hidden fervor
only peer at me with your electric gaze
from your infinite, solitary perch
