LIMESTONE






hear my quake bc i need shift & sprig
moonshine my half lit smile for you & yr walkaway
i dream in air around you
slow to move one speck of pearly searock
to another ways off place you sing abt in my whiskied ear
drums against paved paths to leave
i watch yr back w/ so much sadness
my mouth moving in night
spat on by season markers tiny hail
& soon a snowfall that keeps me inside my head
thinking your face & dawn & lipcurl
i want to run my fingers along yr talk
listen to old wood bend in soak of cheap beer
or whatever you need to bare my standing there
hoping to hold the body that you give me