GRASP

GRASP
4/18/96

Your are not here like a naked bone
Both fashion and disguise
How I meet you
Fully clothed, you divert your eyes
Where are your zealots to dance on the tomb that you’ve worn thin?
In salient moments, what do you dissolve in?

Like a handshake
What is it that gives meaning to your grip?
Like a handshake
What grounds the words that just gather at your lip?
Do they pour like winter honey?
Do they flow like cornfield dew?
What my mind fingers
Is how nakedness lingers
My mind’s hand extends to you
And this is the best that our grasp can do