Please
let me hear crickets again
Astounding
dirty loud scratching
crickets
Let
me lie next to you, under the heat that will crush me and all my body
The
weight of the summer sky pressing on my chest
Like
Olympus mythologies. I am tired of being wet afloat
Let
me dry
Droplet
dripping Ophelia
Let
me be the grains of sand
Let
me be dunes rolling
Let
me fall endlessly in the dry pit of our forgetting
Until
I think I am lost forever
Until
I think I will never find ground
Let
me cross the desert backwards
Burning
bushes catch my hair the air brushing my skin in the fall melts every
gram of certitude cutting through the fat I accumulated for
the ice age. And as I fall and inhale the heat that burns my eyes my
nostrils my throat my oesophagus my stomach my uterus my
vagina my legs my knees my ankles my
feet my toes let the
fall get to my bones.
Until
I think there is not an ounce of liquid left in my members, until I
bleed dry crystals of the blackest blood, until I've flicked each of
them off and my body is a desert now too cracking whistling hissing
for more hot wind. Let it push me down always
more. Until it feels like fire. Until I think I will explode. Until I
think there is no mercy. Until I cry salt. Until I'll know I'll have
no words left.
Until
I feel all power leave my carcass,
let it freefall totally and a little more. Let my fall catch my fall
into oblivion.
And
maybe then only then maybe I will hit the stream the source of all
water and dive into it hard soles flat and feel its might envelop my
desiccated spirit and being enwrap every fold criesse and cut every
hole hair lip bit my fingers grabbing onto nothing my lungs fill with
dark water and I will breathe and simply bring my face to the surface
again and feel the sun on it the surface of my face in the sun the
sun and a breeze on the back of my cheeks and I will see you there.
