mute ant agony (title does not at all fit but made me laugh)

find the calm i will
pull the sky down with the
crook of my finger so you can
touch the stars as we
lay here.

restless birds rise from
standing water in a
blurred cone upward pulled toward
mild infinite and the gravity
of every heavenly body above me and
you and you.

me:

my lips kept closed, my tongue
pressed hard against the high curve
of my mouth to hold back words.
i shut my eyes; your glow still
winds through and turns inside lids
orange and blue.

the habit of scent: i sleep within
memory's folds, breathing
your skin; another time line abandoned
for spirals and shape-nameless
trajectories. time with legs and wings,
a dragonfly moving through places
before this life's sleep and dreams,
turning someone like me into almost like
me, into dreams and turns within folds of
a scent recalled. blankets and calls
remembering what i cannot possibly
remember: the color of pumpkins and deep
waters imprinted on my soul, my spirited
depths draw deeper with each day
more permanent, with each day more
permanent than i will ever be someone like
me almost
like me.