Gold and Gleaming

I want to discover you the way
I discovered poetry
rock solid bone deep and my words
sinking like stones
I want to see the dancing and the light
the fragility and the fear
bent open backwards
the edges paper thin and caustic
I want to explore the ridges of poetry
your body gold and gleaming drowsy with heat
I want to find you vital and violent
angry and heartsick

everything that makes the air force itself into my lungs and then
back out into yours.