seizures of grace   

1.

inhale as though scent had form.

as though it had extended itself beyond
your skin. into the only truly sacred
place in this world.

slightly curled. gently squeezing.

2.

blood is not automatic. is not locked
in no-motion.

is that stillness?

3.

dried on our longing. on our tongues. in
our mouths is the lost ache to reveal.

leaving.

4.

us under glass. our deterioration open to
witnessing. more defeat than sadness.

whose skin is frail?

 

5.

let me speak as though every word is a
trigger. with potential to silence.

what is easy
is automatic
is denied

i offer my speech up to you.

6.

we are impeccable in this tribe. & we are
lasting. if only for us we are.

7. for douglas barbour

revealed like an unfolding hand. your own
small gesture of fragmentation. not quite
noticeable.

as though your body would not break. yet
by refusing did.

 

© 2006  Kevin Feeley