the music behind me
when my heart pops open
and little lights flood out
sweeps the frames into curves
and balances the center point onto my toes
it tells a bit of the story
I can’t
the part where what I see and hear and feel
and what I know
are all one thing
and are not
at all
the interstitial bits
the empty blackness
of what we call space
that is time
filled with the mighty potentials
of dark matter
the mighty potentials of what is not
at this moment
the music
weaves a form in front of me
a resplendent silk
the dress athena wove and wore for her quiceniera
curves and ruffles as light a cream
I trace with the lights from my heart
the curves of silk
knitted together
gathered in soft
buttery ruffles
just like the rugae in my gut
the tender knowing of tripe
octopus flesh
softened by
water
my hand sinks into the silk of this dress
and I am lost in the tenderness of this artisanal weave
I am flushed with embarrassment
what it makes me want to do
wrap that silken ruffle around my naked body
let it caress my cheeks
let it hold me
like the opulent unknown
of the music of my heart
taking flight into dark matter
and finding
the fact
of touch
at the core
of my universe
