saturation
before we sour or go ruined or before we reach the waterfront, i crane my neck to notice your haircut. you decide we haven’t rekindled or emerged anti-fragile until my eyes acknowledge the nape. i count seconds, breath-held, taking only cues from your countenance as you assess my intent. it’s a seagull’s day: flight hurriedly hovers over trash cans and your hands are ghostly despite the sun. your veins’ tepid estuary and the skin under your skin under my skin leave each pulse as crumb to distract. our pathways are like leftovers in argument without witness and you ensnare without word or net. no sanctuary at this calm, stark rock as our bodies long to plunge but settle, propped against, and not warmed upon. we are riparian here at our most physical as we are the ecology of fixed eyes looking forward together over the river. we never dare to swim with the fear as panicked as a cat in the currents or push with the force of a heavy door. we need to scan for home and i know the scrumptious selfishness of the bliss of alone. no elixir can fix the throat of the bird singing our secrets over a pier or within a palace. Poem from K Weber “Lullabye for Christie” inspired by the Dirty Three Poetry by K Weber : Untitled, Freelance Patient, Support System, ObservationBIO: K Weber is an Ohio poet. She has self-published 6 free online poetry book projects in PDF and audio formats for over a decade. Her forthcoming digital collection: A SUM OF OUR POETIC PARTS: VOLUME 1 will be released in 2022 and features more of her poems that incorporate words donated by others! All of her projects, her writing and photography credits, and more at her website: http://kweberandherwords.wordpress.com
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