Temporal Tether

I tie your sex to my sleeves
like helium balloons
until I am almost light enough
to stand free

but this chest crushing lead pulls
muscle from tendon
ligament from bone

and all I can do
is curl into
smaller target.

someone made
some serious
miscalculations!

from knives and needles and
scratched vinyl skipping
hair mis-parted,
buoyant force, defeated?

your gaze jumps its vector
right over my head,
falls to the sidewalk
and follows another feather
as she blows in the door.

You tell me she designs shoes.

I stare at this Stoli soaked napkin,
only my fingers remember shredding
the fibers into a pile.

I should have
taken out the flowers
before fragrance
became stench
at the bottom of the glass.

Kelsey

August 3rd, 2005 at 12:18 am

I must give applause. Marvelous poem. I am absolutely loving the last five lines.