sometimes, sometimes
she is enough
to be had and tried
the corners of her bound and tied
sometimes
she tears up my will with a word
nothing to leave
behind
if she could see me now
if she could see
my feet leave permanent marker
footprints in sand
that may wash away
but i never will
i never will
my body cocked against the sky
do you want to try
me
well do you
sometimes she is enough
to be had and tried
and sometimes
she is just wind
to the sky
she is enough
to be had and tried
the corners of her bound and tied
sometimes
she tears up my will with a word
nothing to leave
behind
if she could see me now
if she could see
my feet leave permanent marker
footprints in sand
that may wash away
but i never will
i never will
my body cocked against the sky
do you want to try
me
well do you
sometimes she is enough
to be had and tried
and sometimes
she is just wind
to the sky
this actress. She needs, desires long flights
across unknown trajectories. Tight spite
aviatrix, fast connecting the part;
Do vague Coral curtains encrust your plane?
If I got so far out, I couldnt see
land, Id dive in, let the waves swallow me.
Watch her drown in script lines, blocking out scenes,
descending identities. Yeah, when she
becomes/ changes/ disappears/ wants no more,
your earth desires are void. Gripping silt,
barely present, is she alive or dead?
Shrouding herself in anonymity?
Captured by the Japanese? Lost at sea?