secrets of seperate lives

it must have been
sometime in the middle of the night
stuck somewhere inbetween
hours of the talking
that can be done in the middle of the night
and probably passonate kisses
where whether eyes were open
or closed you saw the same thing
your love, up close, loving you too

it must have been
a little aprehensive
because no one's ever asked
like that, to know what i'm thinking

and so i told my love
how my mind translates
the world around me
how it slips away
to find a memory
in the thunder cloud
of nervous impulses

i told her about
leap-frog thoughts
and little details
like guessing the time
it takes for my arm
to fall asleep under her head

how thoughts can nosedive
and tailspin
submerge and disappear
sink down and divebomb
places like my heart chamber
and stomach wall
my finger tips
and spinal column

i told her things i thought about
as my eyes wandered her body
like they were lost and thirsty
in the grandest desert
tracing the lines of gentle dunes
the ripples and curves
sloping rises, falls
running her clavicle like it was an esker
conversely she's my fluid
her movements like the flowing of water
shoulder, smooth as stone shaped by stream

and she listened with the care
of a blind man
taking steps over unfamiliar ground
listened to details striped by darkness
runons and poetic fragments
the secrets of seperate lives

her eyes blinked in almost silence
saying their blue grey thank you
her lips pressed close on my forehead
she's the only one i share this with

it must have been
something about her
for my mind to open like this