revelation

tonight
i was sweeping the kitchen floor,
and in a cascade of garlic skins suddenly discovered
the brittle glass reality of your words,
the flat, cool weight of your silences.

Could i have known?--
before you touched my hands,
waist,
feet,
yielding me utterly pliant and hopeful--
Should i have known that your silence
would become complete?

Tonight my hard-won desire is my own;
the magnetic mysteries of your sweetness
are a weighted trap on someone else's time.
Tonight
your words drop from my skin slowly, like promises,
freeing me from that silence
as i sweep

10.22.07