Sinai Vessel Index On The Oval
You took me on top of a mountain
A bald and treeless height
And urged me to take a photograph
Against the marble sky
"set the peaks of the east in the distance,"
Tired and old, weathered and wise
"and note the depth of field between
Where the valleys rise and fall to take their dives"
It's neither far nor forever away
But hours, surely hours
And surely not today
So with index on the oval
And the sky trapped in the lens
The picture closed and the shutter snapped
And developed on my skin
A clear, discerning portrait
Of what i haven't seen since then
The horizon lined with the outcrops' climb
That disappear when i begin to descend
And i must confess that sometimes
I roll down my sleeve
To cover up your nameprint
And enshroud my disbelief
But reverie approaches on evenings like this
And she pulls all my nerves out from in between my ribs
And she gnaws on their bodies but ends her love with a kiss
One second poignant as a thought, the next faint as a mist
And in the morning i wake up with dew on my skin
