there are so many reasons
not to have any reason
just to feel our way along
the places
that need to be touched
the places
that haven’t been noticed
i don’t
want to capture you
i wanna free you up
feel you up
feel me grow up
but not quickly
not all at once
in time
to the beat of a heart
the keys
that make the notes
that make the song
a hidden passage
triggered
by gentle persuasion
all we ask is to be seen
and understood
if only for a night
or a second
or third glance
we are both hiding
inside expectation
we are reaching for something
and we don’t know what it is
there is a field of stars
between the tables
where both of us sit
and there are my hands
inside my thoughts
extending themselves
along a plain of driftless skin
golden expanses of wide open spaces
pastures of radiant wheat
which hide below the surface
i often brush against things that may not be there
