May 20, 2009

I'll hold this night
in the crux of my neck,
in the arch of my back,
on the shelf of my shoulders.

I'll hold this night
in the sleeves of my eyes,
in the shells of my nails,
in the little toolbox of my ears.

I'll hold this night
like i'll hold my tongue,
like I'll hold my breath,
like I'll hold your hand,
still
not holding mine.