falling down

He was right, desire is my downfall
my vulnerability, and my strength.
When I lose its container, I spin.

Like the wheels on your chair, I spin
the sound of tires in the rain,
the breath of early morning air,
the thread pulls me yet again,
I spin, like a top I spin.

Desire doesn’t leave me although
people come and go from this house
the cedar and the fir remain to hold me.
I fill this empty space, posed, squirming alone.

I hold your eyes and I listen
knowing that beyond words
there is language in your flesh
you will speak and I will listen.

We will find a temple, a place
of holiness, complete unto ourselves.
In my bed I am alone again, only pillows to hold while
I toss and twitch myself awake to your gaze.