scrubbing rain

scrubbing rain
and collecting body parts
is what we do, is what
makes us flesh bearers
and unsightly in the untamed grey
mist

we are wet
with dream and so gather
our makings into a cornucopia of
shell, it is there we hide our
memory, it is there we live our freedoms
running loose, slicing time from
our life.   where we rip
at morning and you and i are sweat, as
sweet slices are sweat awaiting a saute, awaiting
the dance of oil in a flaming burn

my papers lie unwritten
having become the course of weeks (thoughts
unvoiced) can only climax
in movements unmentioned.   you
pour yourself into vessel of equal measure, i drink to
drunk and satiated, you drink,
paused and perfumed, and we take sleep of the moments

and i want to dream,
and i want to fall deeper
like a the new moon on the foam, into
a screenplay of nominations
but reality has left its fingerprint
and sand remembers
you and i, and why we came

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2012

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