All From The Small Of Your Back
let us suppose
that we are infinite.
so you may sleep and
know that we are not
another something we
need worry about,
so i can try to tell you
what it is like to
look at the ocean and think i
understand it like an equation,
so we can stare into the empty
evening sky and see
nothing but our open
years and sleeping eyes.
let us suppose
that we are infinite.
so you may claim the everything
that is my open hand,
so i can become the small of
your back,
so we can now allow each other
the space to be everything
we were afraid to be with
everyone else—even now.
let us suppose
that we are infinite.