frail branches arch up
through the icy silence
and the air grows still.

every inch of breath
left in the void of my lungs
creaks out
soft and slow.

draped over
the hipbones of the earth,
i see your clavicles reach out
and wave their fingers,
a slender smile
plastered pretty
and wide.

they take their fingers
and steal my breath -
the void, oh my lungs,
they are at a lost -

on their last edge
of all they can take.

my mouth agape,
i can't stand the distance i feel -
reach out and touch me!
frail branch!
frosty fingers!

can you not see me,
gasping for you
as you tug your fingers
back into the milky bones
of the earth.

i feel tears
begin to sting my eyes -
i am so cold!

why is the soil so full
that i cannot be held?

i am wide eyed
and rootless.


A.N.: this was a poem written while listening to weezer's only in dreams - particularly the beautiful build up to that incredible guitar solo. i dunno, but perhaps listening to their song will enhance the reading of the poem. also, i have to admit that you should also go listen to tired of sex. i confess, i beat my fists on my body in time with that song so hard that i leave grapefruit size welts on my body. the passion i have for the song removes any feeling of pain i would have had. do you have anything like that?