Contrast poem

contrast poem

This time last year was the first time we
shirts intersecting into each other
slid together, I think through oxygen.
You wore the type of white dress that
for every pore of you
has its perfect correlation in time and space and
numbers i would periodically undress you
with. I’m imagining your skin fall down I’m
hurtling through your throat right now i’m
thinking of an image file i can dress you
in. I sat outside for circa seven
hours today repeatedly
understanding time and space,
how cold air forms itself around you, how
your thumbnails fold and curve
through oxygen, how that oxygen falls on me.
how you’re in a different windowed room
right now in a different way
the subject of this