salival

plasmatic and scattered

i have seen the way they flock to me
cast a net on the nests of open wounds
soul seeking the care and comfort
ambiance of a friend
as a womb
as your confidant
as your bride without marriage
as your teacher
as your pupil
i am strong and breathing with fire
and i am surprised by all of you
those who speak with their hearts and open minds
which i may never have guessed
those who silence themselves
wrapt in the rapidly disolving present tense
and the scents of
mint
and honey
and savory
all the things that came to be
did i sell my soul for savory

blind as my mother
content as my father
worried as my sister
ignorant as my brother

lace up my sneakers and walk

because if i didn't
stillness
and silence

would cripple me first.

i am one.
one missing two.

and in any arms i turn newborn baby blue

but i am peach and my skin is flush
rigid in color and untouchable by anyone

or anything
numb as a sailor in winter with his hands at the wheel

spinning because he forgot how to not

spin the olive circle.

spin spin.

spin the new circle.
spin and become one
to become two

to become one.

every me
every you.

every me

carry
every you.

carrying me away