on sound 2

I kept dreaming about you

and eventually I gave up

not about the way you meant something

but in the way you were watching me in my dreams

I was holding you down, face toward the floor

cheek to the ground

mouth a bit ajar

how could it be you were watching me in that position?

One hand was against your neck

the other on your lower back

I was in you

and I wanted to be forever

–

People tell me

You should have whatever you want

but there's nothing to have

that won't go away later

Do they not think about what happens afterward?

–

I always wanted to use the word precipice

so let me use it now:

upon the precipice

was the beauty of letting go

and in it

a loosely rendered sketch

of the likeness of a storm

without sound