There are things I would like to say to you
and my legs are tight with them

my muscles want to say things to you too -
that line you like so much on my thigh

is even more defined now.

These things, they have collected inside me
swelling my belly for a time but now

they sneak out in my sweat and I find your name
familiar again, in the tongue of my mind.

I was a memory you didn't have -
 a feeling in the gut when you woke

and you were a ghost of yourself on the other side
of a glass wall, your eyes bowls of hurt

the way I imagine they looked as a child,
your blond head tilted to a sky that would only rain,

your ears filling with drops until
the world was a muted song.