floors

Silence is the sadness of the scenes left strewn on the cutting room floor
the negatives of positives
the stored energy of coiled mattress springs
inside those light burlap eyes I saw melted tar on summer roofs
and meteors drizzle slowly like ash
and through that damn Folgers hair
I saw duck ponds and frozen moments
bringing you green tea when you're sick
and wrists which could save men from deep cliffs
and in those glacier shark eyes I saw country dirt roads
freshly peeled corncob hair
and my fingers
hunt through 140,000 strands of hair
to touch the oasis of your ears
and past her dusk lily pad eyes
i stared when you sat
so I could see the space between your hips and jeans leave ocarina sized gaps of darkness in between
and then