TH ELIGHT

brainvoice humming in such low tones

the register a sharp granite in the glacier

talking takes geological sense i want to let

the frozen upper air  forever the clouds

if i forget your crowded low obsidian voice

cover the arctic with its hardened magma

and then laugh the actual birds into the air

here, with david and giovanni in the darkened tunnel bar

i am rapt, i feel that i remember this from a future tense

i feel that you remembered this with your face emerging as light

you said to my face, of my face: "the light..."

i say this to the light: "i sucked your hands with my entire body"

i have to leaf through these pages with fingers that you kissed

i remember salt, for the future i remember salt on your neck and i

remember sweetness, and it is blood-red

& otherwise the dunes shift slowly
imperceptibly gold
you do leave your smell
in my room
here are the platelets
and musical pitches
in old frenches
we will never think
"european"
without garments denoting our proper
historicization
only, we will attend to feeling
only, we will live
to love, only
how-ever