Sing me down to the water,
your throat, a home to damp leaves.
I crawl into that space of rain and darkness
when I am running away from what.
You know what my eyes cannot let go of.
The brother who died before he could scream
a greeting into the world, the stinging slap against
my lips that fed me the force of a million kisses.
There is so much violence behind every act of love.
I wonder if you remember the trails of blood
you left across my shoulders. My eyes tracked
those pale red tongues in the mirror that flushed
my face with longing and remembrance. When the
day ends, I find myself holding everything I thought
I released to the wind. At the window, I watch people
walking around below me, strangers whom I will never meet.
This void of unknowing rushes through my body like night.
I am tired of all the facts you know about me, and heavy
from all the ones I know about you. Sing me down to the water.
Do not hold me if I begin to disappear,
let dusk drown my body into dimness.