Flowers from the Faucet at Midnight - A Poem
Flowers from the Faucet at Midnight—
Let’s sit at the wide window and watch the city below.
Lights crawling thru dusk over dark while you tell me
about a time you fell in love and got hurt. Hurt bad.
Let’s hide away in your low voice and the long view.
High off the earth in a room we’ll never again see.
Near muted TV and silent burning lamps a hallway
and a room away. Close as velvet heartbeats.
You say something you’ve never said aloud before
and in so doing you give the sharp little moon permission
to come on like a switch as you finish your drink.
Let’s be intimate as unplayed music. The volume
of an ice cube shifting in the glass is the same
as an ambulance from twenty-two stories.
Let’s recalibrate…
I’m nobody and you’re the anybody you’ve always
wanted to be. As long as we’re warm silhouettes in this
picture we have a piece of everything all to ourselves.
Let’s cradle our namelessness in the throbbing dark.
Observing the starry chaos moving below like a shaken jar
filled with resin and glitter. Time is less than nothing.
Dreams are tarnished yesterdays dismantled.
Let me hear you say it all- your shadow smirking
as you confess and forget. Let me drink your lost
minutes nearby to your body in this hidden dim.
Exposed and redeemed like a promise, like a ticket.
We are also broken glints off the crashing city.
Fragrant blossoms from the tap at midnight.
Wet magnets in an electric impossible world.
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