i am still dreaming but it is like a scratched CD

something new was revealed today, and while
time blooms it fills and stretches the latex
edge of day. i am tall. i am sure that my soul
sits at rest.

but are we ready to see what is underneath?
are we ready to dig and go below the peat?
to let go of planes and who we become
when friday’s warm lights, and friday’s
warm sounds, beckon us into being?

i remember his hands tracing down
from my elbow, and

i remember his fingers pulling the
tension at my hips, and

i remember his heart aching
for closeness.

and i saw the world becoming,
screaming from birth pains into
the dreams we had, but

now i wonder if we can say hello to earthworms?