creep through me & into the common grass

the world is wide awake & also dreaming

& this is the way you like it

a night voice says: this is the opening

of your heartmind

this is for you

you don’t have to

sleep with anyone

to make it yours

you have blue liquid on top of your eyes

you were happy enough to put it there

this feeling is a gateway to all others:

naked on the bed in nothing but black

socks

it’s special when it happens. it’s happening now

in ways you don’t want to explain

it leads you into the rainbow woods

with ten billion outstretched hands

they are soft & obvious

in their way of being

exactly here

you are in love

with this world the orange wall

your friends the fifth & sixth & seventh

dimension the one where commotion is a substitute

for sense

where every moment of contact is easy

mingling. the vase on the table

your abdomen pressed into the bed

soap that your soulmate made with her hands

your soulmate has hands

your prayer has hands & sometimes smokes & falls

in liking & loves smoothies & takes second chances

gives third & fourth & fifth ones, writes poems, remembers

some of her dreams

she is attracted to buildings, but not in a way

she can easily explain

all this feels like water

until you wash up on the shore

of an active volcano, & then another kind

of swimming

hotter. they won’t believe you back home

back home the patterns are laughing madly

& nobody is jealous. they are kind

about your language because they know

it’s all you have. they are learning

to speak it, even though the tempo is strange

& they told you everything you need

at the beginning of time

they like that word: time

they spit it out: a compliment

sometimes they sing it

it draws from them like a long piece of string

alone in the laughter you offer

your socks to the empty space. it welcomes you

without speaking & draw circles on the floor.