blue

i rub your cheek
look in your eyes
wondering what goes on
in your mind

your pool is still    is deep
with thoughts that have yet to meet

i lull my fingers down your jaw
it does not settle that deep well

to loosen your storm would be
to release the fire        the fire
you know you fear to be

my smile knows where you are hidden
inside        where the well of lava awaits
to be free

i say        in your dreams tonight
do not fear the fire
do not fear the quench
release the storm
let the healing begin

your up my down

my down is your up
your clear moon is my misty moon
to be beached or caved in
either will do

my english is your laughter
    —one blow at a time
    —each phrase a punch line
your speech is my addiction
    —rolled into your lip
    —caught under your tongue

your language and my language
conform us into contractions

your before meets my before
the after is to come