Confessions

confessions

“i awoke before the sun came up”

was such a lie

since my mind never sleeps

(the dreams of crashing cars)

and only sometimes can i tell

the difference between dreaming and not,

(as in making love while 70),

 

and then “arose” this other problem

because ptolemy showed we

aren’t the centers of the solar system,

although i often think

that you are my center,

and thus the jealous sun,

far from rising,

sits still, alone and bored.

 

but i really meant to explore

how we still get chills from

kisses on the nape

and so even though i know

that light acts like both

particles and waves,

i also know that i

love what i see

when i see you.