let the wound form lips and sing some sole mio song

at last my chance
to touch
the dark
mottle of your face
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
perhaps it was true
your halo negative
your last thoughts
into night
so this

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

you were ‘my sunshine
my only sunshine’

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