SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER 2008
And I Do Desire Your Looking Back
’Annah Sobelman
And yours — So more of your meaning
bees hum against comes
out — Though you are not the bee , nor like the bee who
seems to move
like a humming to all these
moments ( though you move to many ) I see as
fruit unparching with their unsubordin -
atingness the air
pulsing around the unsuspend –
ingness of
Each — which is a motion ! Air into which one of my
forefingers first moves it -
self out into before it’s feeling scared
to move , before it finds another occasion for an existence
here called bee —
beneath the olive trees , blue spruce , beloved the aspen , now
your skin where
one forefinger ex -
tends itself out on top of
the gold away – from – the – throng –
ness of the particular — or of the bee — But over its major
royalty action like
a throne
it touches
and configures like a cause , does the air also ply it -
self in ? Does the particular — and the air it seems to be in ?
— and a moment ,
which
all
seem to listen , , and mesmer -
izingly move about so
near the scarle t burgundy amaranthe — and your skin
— and my skin
conjunct ? I desire you
all to touch
me
in that particular
air — around a moment
like a bee , and the ungeo –
metric honey , , inside of its honeycomb , , horizon it evokes
and then the
texture
before
it stings
to galvanize all
motions inside my
fingers — your fingers — to this life up
on your ear , mouth ,
lips , teeth, and sex I’m touching
to my mouth , unraveling
my causing to in
part ( being not your only
cause ! ) — oh amazing resounding -
ly operatic
flesh
I’m among the ones
running my palms on top of you
feeling abstruse , but not abstract ,
because your surface has not been lost
Or unimagined —
