rings of saturn

the colossal beauty of a human face buried in another's neck
ties me to
a childhood memory, fits of laughter
of being tickled senseless

I listen for the rain
in servitude
as it barrels down
making connections between all of the raindrops
and the warmth beneath your skin

somewhere in time this moment is unfolding
but for now
just my pen pressed against paper
all of my ritual magic
simplified to small wrist movements
on the edge of symbolic empty space
made from the bodies of sacrificial trees
this is what i do to sing in reality
nothing too fancy
just heartbreakingly slow enough to notice---

falling to earth i realize my sense of solitude is brief