when I think of you
memory reduces to a handful of representative stills
caught moments like snags in an old blanket
it’s of you dancing
arms outstretched
face tilted upward
mouth open
laughing
without sound
an ark
turning
calling
turning
it’s of you cycling at full speed
muscles tense
lips pressed and determined
smelling of hard fought dreams
and precise movement
hurtling forward
like a scream
a way spinning away
it’s of you across a clamoring room
watching me between measures of scotch
confident and immaterial
running fingers through your hair
a wicked smile
on your approach
lips against my ear
our voices softly speaking names