in the stairwell

by sasha

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-10-30 12:51:00

Parent message is 314053
we cast half-truths
to the wind,
hushed words dumped over
cold cement stairs,
manic whispers and
ragged breath.

we’ve wrapped our legs together,
hard bone and hard bone,
skin insisting everything’s alright.

my shirt makes a white cotton pool
in the sparrow’s nest knot
in your lap– this heart drowning
between your vocal horizon.

i’d swear you were beautiful,
hands soldered from steel,
limbs like stretched plastic,
willow branches,
hair tossed about like restlessness.

you have lost me
in this one
grey
moment.

we tell stories
on the cold, stone stairs.