Light & Sound
Originally uploaded by s_nazari
he’s like that.
rhythmic. his skin
hums. a tuning fork struck - held
at the lip of the moon. that light’s kiss;
it vibrates through.
water carries sound.
he reads the day in how his palms have changed.
the things he’s touched,
still left there. they do not wash away.
indelible.
to close his eyes, he sees
no less. he does not
close. no shut off. not fully, not
Ever.
mine, like birds resting in his. mine,
small flames in the dark.
strange, cold flames seeking
elsewhere for their source
of warmth. he is my elsewhere.
distance itself is
a place - shaped, and with texture and
weight and length and i measure it, finger by
finger to my lips - hush - the gesture itself
says already enough, it is
enough to listen.
water everywhere, not least of all
in absence. just a drop to start.
enough. profound. the waves
beat and break. too, the desert
remembers and still flows. mirage -
an arid approach to storytelling from
an old ocean floor.
the magnet loses direction - beat and
Break. the heart, human, from sand
and water risen. its needle spins and
points a finger to lips, and maps the way
to distance ...
