Your eyes trap water –
tough like the skin of an apple.
Digging for thoughts,
boning a carcass;
excavating innards and sawing through the woods of time lost.
You circle me like prey; bare feet digging
in the dirt raising billows of dust –
potato-skinned heels clawing at the earth
like you’re looking for something precious.
Swimming through a humid silence with locked fists,
the aperture of your eyes slit with complaint,
my brain, a rippled knot of muscle peeled away by a brush of wind
as rolling heat clots my hair, salting my scalp.