MariaTala

the equatorial sun soft-etched on my skin, there, del sur islands away the tan lines of shallow-bathing in your eyes there is so much time between                you                         and                                   I                            you spoil me, featherbreath                            do i dare commit my memory                            into dreams? i laugh upon waking, i did not realize--   i run when i go to you

She used to tell me of math and poetry by the length of her arm and rhythm of her heart condensing verse and fraction with form following the function of communist theories and greek philosophies. she beat out aesthetics with a perfect symmetry. because no one understands the relationship between seafoam and shoreline the way she does [swimming in saltwater sorrows] reimagining time in an hourglass, she shot up infinities with a glance and left me moondrunk in the night. she emits sparks throughout my system breaking and entering-- my kingdom under siege. her name was an amalgam of numbers 1.61803399 . . . . and I lov