—TRAVELED BACK IN TIME, NOW I’M LIVING IN A VORTEX

This Morning

This morning

I wanted nothing

more than to stay in bed,

draw myna birds across

your washboard back,

smell your salty neck,

hear the circus

clanging in your hair,

and wish for more hours. 

I wanted to breathe

on each blemish

of your sun-starved skin,

watch them bloom and Samba

across the sheets,

somersault and confess

Two Truths and a Lie. 

I miss those warm-tunnel promises,

oozing sticky and certain

through me like perpetuity.

Oh, all the things

we could have done then

with a simple and honest kiss—

unspool riddles,

make love,

make babies,

cure cancer.

But buried in blankets

I became brick,

unable to move,

picturing it,

you so near and lovely,

your sleepy eyes opening

every groove in me.

So, I thought about it,

and thought about it some more,

until it was time to

get up and finally

tell the vapid air

what I’d always wanted

to say to you--

Good morning, Love.

Can you hear me?

Are you even there?