we are moving away from art i say
but this is comfortable you say
beyond my skill i say
try you say

your hand i say
it stays you say
then keep it still i say
it hardly moves you say
a camera would be easier i say
less fun you say

that was a move i say
necessary you say
shameless i say
pencil to paper you say

your hand i say
i know you say
can’t draw you like this i say
masturbating you say
that’s the word i say
just watch you say

i look at you and you look at me and it’s eye to eye to begin but moves to eye to mouth and are you starting this or am i starting this it is bouncing back and forth we’re talking highspeed volley and i like what your shirt covers and you’re already past my waist and working your way back up and i don’t know what’s happening between us but the space is collapsing like we haven’t been doing this all day all month and our fingers know where every switch is hidden and one must be labelled hypnotise because i’m not seeing anyone else but you now and you now is mixed with you last night and i think i see the future but i still don’t know who started it this time.

close to you and can’t be still
have to hum around
you are the swing
you are the spin
the sky rolls and
the clouds are ground
and everything unfastened
rains down

you keep me
on my feet
dancing
just inside my shoes
singing
into my hands

billboards
that’s what i want
postage stamps
that’s what i have

your striptease ended weeks ago.
you never hid your face through all
of your unveiling. we will never
meet. your bedroom behind
you in the pictures, all it contains,
the posters on the wall,
you’re on a different continent,
you speak another language.

now it seems you have started
sending me the puzzle of your body.
everyday a piece. i could recreate
you, a collage of bubblejet prints
and tape, lifesize on my wall. a
full and naked body without a name,
all i know about you is held
in the expression on your face.