Four Words - Parenthetical Girls

forgive me please but do repeat what youve said

while its fresh in your head

the way those consonants stretched

before you forget

wait there thats it just

at the split of your lips

before your tongue gives to lisp

wearing that sweet sinful slip

spins a crippling ellipse

a swell of strings sing neath

the pleats of my dress

and speeds what beats neath my breast

into the song they suggest

taps traces of wet

(oh wait that shape did make conducting the wave)

they phrase this endless refrain

and for the next several days

im braced neath the waist

creased of these sheets

in half a sleep it seems to speak through me

the sweet symphony

might simply be the sound of space between

conceived of where we meet

might your proximity then cease to restrict

that which exists of such bliss

where that it rings of all things

with strict consonance

bless me with breath lest we forget

what you said

to loose this noise in my head

for that in flesh unto death

might we seamlessly blend

and should i pass away

i pray a tape be lain upon my grave

and these sweet remains may play that melody

to say whats left between these knees at ease