Please make flutes from my bones,
I’ll play an organ to your rib cage.
Color me prolific like you would paint my portrait on the asphalt
Red and orange yellow, paint me in the fallen leaves on a rainy afternoon.
but you’re not missing from the treetops
You’re not missing from my heart,
You’re missing from my shoulder,
from the crook of my elbow
Your ear is missing from my chest.
Listen close but won’t go further.
I don’t know when I’ll see you next,
I sit so quiet I can listen for you in my blood,
Faint windy whistle in my bones,
Sit so quiet I’ll invent you.
Play you woodwind slow and even
Invent me in your blood
Dry red pine straw on the floor of your heart
I will nest in your bones.
Walk with me down to the shoreline,
A new kind of night time,
Taste the stars in the air.
“I’ve been tasting stars before you knew they were there.
Give me a scratch on the bone to wake me up-
None of this new coffee has been strong enough”
I’ll make flutes from your bones,
Sit and listen to them whistle in the reeds.
I’ll invent you in the wind.
If you drink me from your rivers,
Nest me in your marrow,
And hold me up to star rise for standard.
Brooklyn rooftop star gazer never knew what he was missing.
I would weep when we made love,
Scratch a notch in the bones of my bed,
She was a cradle for dreams.
I never knew I could see everything I was missing in just two days walk
and you could wake into your dreams,
find all the things that you were missing
and hold them tight to now and always.
listen to feel her in the wind,
watch and see her fixing in the stars,
summertime thunderstorm and windless rain.
the way it flowed down her spine, and tickled out her smile,
She made fluted all my bones
She stacked me up and left me in the corner.
But now I wish to be an organ,
and play you woodwind slow and easy,
Melt like like apprehension in the windless rain
So I sit and listen for you in my blood,
If you would only stack me back to human,
and pour your smile down my spine.