let the wound form lips and sing some sole mio song

at last my chance
to touch
the dark
mottle of your face
preceding
what could be
one perfect moment of detention


you said we had to be in the zone
but we’ve never been in the zone


you said
you felt you were
disappearing
perhaps it was true
your halo negative
your last thoughts
leaking
into night
so this


is my last chance to touch you
though I can’t remember
what you felt like
clothed
we skinny
dipped last October
slid to the coral
stayed down too long


you were ‘my sunshine
my only sunshine’


now no breath
bubbles
the telepathic crackle
between our heads
faint
and awkwardly tangled in tango