COOL

i'm not nearly
as smart as
your arm
sinking deep
into
the frigid spring
water--
the mountain
of children.
my fingers
wrapped around
earth
and its' grease.
where is
naked
when i need her?
find me
curved perfectly
to a moon
shift
or look like i am
growing in direction;
losing things i
don't need:
my memory,
hair, as long as
i can steal
things from your yard,
the sun, warms
beach
the same as my face
spread beard
all over skin
in slow motion
as it leaks
to dirt.
wash me
with your powers
magic waiving
crash like a person
falling out
of a burning building
onto one of those
giant nets.