Paper Rock Scissors Stone Water Air

Paper Rock Scissors Stone Water Air

Stone Water Air Paper Rock Scissors

I want to leave you but wait the world holds water
you're sleeping so peacefully lashes they say it's water that will
hit your cheek save us the earth is
just like the baby I imagine you were a perpetual motion machine
skin luminous and fueled by water and
breaking with light where there is no water by
the fiery tone of muted wind and what it makes of water's absence
birth done in by sand I can almost feel the drop of
time grit in my palm each tiny
hour by hour grating grain against the fat
against your dreaming lush fall of rain it overwhelms
that which is your self those desert seeds they swim
pictured against flesh till I add more and they swallow
you like this you're not the water whole like some creature
quite human yet starving for air they'll wonder
if that's why I'm going why I say this why I need
with all this rawness to trouble them with this story
to burn me the reason and why it's all just another
route for leaving the round of paper covers rock breaks
tale of us behind scissors cuts paper
if you turn it becomes sand wears the stone and
the tale of us together scissors down till they join
for the first time and water dissolves the paper
I can't have that while the rain is lost in dunes
I've gone to search the dunes lost in sea and the
world for bits of stone and the light astonishment of the skin of my palm
that's what I'll tell you open and waiting yes I can wait