I sleep
With the bosom of the moon
Inside my belly
An ache so ethereal
I take back language
From my spirit’s script
I dream
Outside of indifference
With a contempt of sensitivity
So prophetic when I awake
I burst for reveries
Paths diverging until
I want your truths
Like the beauty you hide
In your remnant mind
I wait
To taste your victories
With you like choruses & refrains
And canvasses where our
Hearts melted together
On a page like words
Next to each other, following
Thrust into life
Without punctuation
It was
How you and I met
Sweet nudes of lyrics
The expired caress
Of love-beams
Shown into the
Darkness of our paragraphs
Much like the bed-side goblins
We became
So walled-in
The pink snow of our
Wild Spring of fauns
Piscean gardens
And purity in vocal-speech
I decoded you in strips
Of lingering poetry
And I spoke myself through
Your tongue into
The sorcerer’s longing
Grafted with lightness
Into the bridge of your
Armenian nose
Your secret parodies
I sung through your
Transparencies.
Wuji Seshat 