(1960 - / Boston / United States)

Elsewhere, Mon Amour

Leaning from the platform, waiting for a glimmer
to braid the rails

the eyes of the action hero cut from the poster

all that concrete pressing down

A fine edge gleams around your body
as if it could be contained

The way each finger is licked, dipped in &
rubbed across the gums

until the teeth go away
Even my hands kiss you

A night broken down into grains

If you find yourself lost, dig

a cave in the snow, quickly
you need shelter against the night

A candle could keep you alive
the engine of your lungs

will heat the air around you, someone will
miss you, they will send out dogs

You must be somewhere, right?

by Nick Flynn

Comments (2)

A genius poem and mind.
heat the air around, good one..