How long have you been standing here
how long have you been watching
your skirt whirls up a thousand snowdrifts
your bangs blow wildly in the wind
I imagine you standing watching a bit lightheaded
imagining yourself into a wave
How long have you been watching?
even the night begins to feel restless
you extend your fingertips to stroke the night as though you
were petting a cat
I imagine you as a flower of a water sign constellation
coral not yet formed
translucent almost fluid
I would call you a night flower a flower that loves the night
a flower of one night
you stand in the heart of a cactus
taking an entire night one micron one millimeter one
nanometer at a time
with the deftness of a jellyfish lazily stretching
(leaning your cheeks on your hands)
Saying you would like to watch the rise and fall of the
moon a dream wander about
seeing desires coming and going you finally learn
that you have become a wave
in a twinkling you wither and drop into a viney sea
the infatuation of constellations deeply hidden
like intertwined algae never to be untangled