Thursday, May 3, 2012

the most beautiful man on earth

i sat beside you
swinging in my seat
i spoke to you
through my mouth
my eyes
my hands that twisted
to try
to make

but it's clearly not the things i say
you say

my ears have still not trained themselves to

not as much
as my mouth has trained itself
to make itself

lips swell

it wasn't the words
that washed over me

when silences were gained

who knew
each cell in this body would jingle

at home
in the night
washed with the growing glow of moonlight

there is no worry
no exhaustion
no words pandering in their own darkness

there is no need for poetry

there is a clearing
wherein resides clarity
where smiles are made
where the heart levitates

to get that much closer to the moon.