Positions

This is where I learn to live -we all live.
Right here, tenderly in the width of our hands.
Pre-prints moving us the length of crooked thumbs,
Indicating our short and severe primordial lives.
Maybe elsewhere, behind knees we find our beginning.
-If it is kissed just so, we will unlock the mystery
of our collective and bent history.

This is where we create and dissolve. We all.
Within thighs, the art of this world is lost somehow.
There is quickness, a sudden Supernova.
Then there are other positions,
in which we point our determined bodies.
Time is plenty for stars to be born and to die;
we have only the brief moment to do the same.

This is where we learn to die, involved lips;
in our hanging mouths we trace Aquilla
with stupid tongues speaking less than courageous promises.
Perhaps we all will be cup bearers during the Sleeping Time,
Dark Star moments, when we are fragile positions in the night sky.
-Pin points for future lovers.