Lost Covers or Don't Be Gone So Long

be my tape recorder
and we could be the new order
ageless, fate shakers

making under chords of tongue
fires for the winter-
each a splinter of the sun

i will be your mirror
one of many maybe
only one to call you, baby
mean it like i dreamed it.

prayers of every lady,
arrows from all the men-
bend like water
soaks the branch

each other
lover fruit
daily shook
to pluck
and pick
while lips
suck at
the root.

be my record player
we should bare the sound
weightless
round as vowels
in very persuasive songs.

would it please you if it was easy?
sometimes i like the rough
so touches polish
rub it down like discovery

drawn from the periphery.

want your heels high to heal me
kicked in
kicked off
kicked out
dancing on the point
razor balanced
with uncalculated kisses.

static turns electric,
calm is far from empty.

i wouldn't hide your hand,
just stand revealing
every part and parcel-

delivered gift
like river lift
or what lives
in sculpted marble
risks the curves
to bring the cusps-
knowing even
hidden knives
were made
glowing once
in a slow burn
learned to trust.