33 Ways (& Counting) of Looking At You – NaPoWriMo – Day 6

the poet contemplating the subject of this poem

 

 

I

clowning beneath
your gleaming crown
and pixelated grin
arms raised high
leading us
all the way
to heaven

II

as a Sunday morning
7:11am breaking of the fast
when I was famished

III

through the bits of compressed air
endlessly devil-tritoning in my ear

IV

after a twig snap
in that purple patch
where you caught me
naked, bathing
in a river
of you

V

as a slide of hand
between
truth and fiction

VI

in all that hides
and lies
waiting
in the valley
of my thighs

VII

in burning coal
Moses eyes
wherever
milk & honey dreams
are unrealized

VIII

as eternity
flexing his muscles
going up the
down-escalator

IX

as insouciance
drinking tequila
at a tea-party
in Tlacolula

X

in the surprise
of a sad-eyed Italian
boy’s red balloon rise

XI

in the cleansing flame
of Sharrapu
getting a little R&R
by taking a bubblebath
in Xanadu

XII

in the silver glint
of every diamond
yet to be mined

XIII

in Mictecacihuatl’s
swallowing of the stars
through the lidless
shade of night wearing
the plume of Quetzalcoatl’s
serpent tongue

XIV

in the unwritten psalms of Solomon

XVI

in the promise of the west
meeting
the wisdom of the east
as we bronco-bust the world
with the lashing of your sun’s bright tail

XVII

in that stillness where language is born

XVIII

on the tip of my tongue

XIX

in the whorls
of my fingerprints

XX

in the arc of my spine

XXI

in the covenant of my lips

XXII

in the drum snare
of my tromboning chest cavity

XXIII

in the stem of my flower

XXIV

in the mirror
at the back of my head

XXV

in the candy crush
of this sweet sweet
want – your Mithras
emerging from rock
slaying my bull
with only a flash
of your capote de
veronica

XXVI

in the under
of my skin,
the over
of my reach

XXVII

in the melt
of my marrow

XXVIII

in my every thought lost then found

XXIX

in the shadow of my shadow

XXX

in my heart’s smile-shaped smile

XXXI

as the blood I bleed

XXXII

in my unwillingness
to truly admit
this unbearable need

XXXIII

the click of every clock tick
in the only way
I have to measure time