words fall from the body
drops of sweat
syllables on the ground, the cement
letters crash and break and trickle down into cracks
into the spaces between molecules
the gravity

if i close my eyes to see you

will you look back

if i cannot give you words

will you understand

so close and so far; everything's

been said but not been done

and my arms are long so i can reach

so i can push and pull

there is nothing left to do but play

with my body and mind;

i left all other tools behind

and my fingers keep a little purple log

of the days.

i'm antsy

grasping through the spiderweb one time before a break

torn between types of connections

hoping you'll understand but knowing what has to be

needed; wanted but

i can not always reach you how you want me to reach you

so let me reach you from the center

in a new way; an old way

in the right way

all these words have been silly and distracted.  the emails rushed

the thoughts scattered

but your words touch me like fingertips

like light like darkness from your eyes

so i understand

i keep going and going because i don't want to stop.

it is the pain in my back that will move me from this spot today.

to stretch in the sun.

to move things with my arms.

to take down the tent and roll it tight

and maybe revisit the tears that rise

like sweat

to fall and break

like little

ceramic

cups

to punctuate the moment and then

soak down and evaporate up

sink and raise

i love you; i miss you

what does it mean

i know you; i have known you

i will know you

i love you

i know you

i love you

i see you

i've seen you

i've been you

and even now

when i sit to strengthen

the pictures in my mind

it is eyes

that i see

that look back at me