Your lips move
Against the current;
Words swim upstream—
Push against the waves
Of steady apprehension
I want you to stay,
To soften the blow,
To curl up
Around the raw edge
Of night
And beat through me;
A warm, soft drug
We shift in margins
Against the underscore
Of a perfect conscience
And the logical hesitation
Of time;
I lace ribbons
Around ankles
Upward toward knees;
Thrust myself
Into
Unfilled pages
And the circle
Of a ring
We hang
On the delicate bend
Of an elbow
The arc
Of a perfect brow
Your hand in my hand
Stretched
Outright
Into the wind
Through brass bars and daisies
Toward
Nothing
And the end