January 4th, 2015

I have no wish this night
but for you lover before
the dawn overtakes us
like an eraser and the moon
changes her clothes
in the light. I am waiting
to pour this water
in the grail of your hip
I am waiting for the bears
curled in the onioned
hours of my sleep to dream
of watermelons. I am
waiting so patiently for
you to climb the fence
of my junkyard. I have
slept too long beneath
the bed like dust. I have
ate air out of boredom.
I have grown sad on
this horizon of corners.
if you fell from the sky
headfirst like a verb
please tell me the stories
are true: that there is a star
for kissing and a constellation
dark and ready for
fresh kisses.