Make me a phone out of living bone Caulk it with marrow wrap it in tissue strap it with muscle give it some skin Taught but thin pump it with blood valve in some veins connect it to nerves massage in a brain calve in a heart some pieces missing pop in some eyes maybe some thighs wedge in a nose maybe some freckles tack on some ears oh the eyes should have tears throw on some arms and fingers that hinge toss on some legs with toes that wiggle slap on a mouth one I can kiss call in a soul one I won’t miss
It was the times I teased too hard And It was the time After sex I asked a stupid question And It was the time Before intimacy I asked a stupid question And it was the time I drove to you Drunk And It was the time I came over from the night before Still stinking of booze And It was the times I went out “to catch a slice of life” I said And It was the time At the urgent care parking lot I shared a cig With another waiting for his girl And It was the times I couldn’t express But I wanted to be alone And I walked past you To take out the trash As if another wall And And there is more And I write them out So plainly Too quickly And I feel them Like paper cuts
If you’re lucky enough You’ll fly to the moon Through blue flame eyes Glowing cross the table And you’ll hear Louis Armstrong’s growling timbre I’m in heaven, I’m in heaven.
And if you pay attention Sinatra will croon between your ears I thought of quitting, baby but my heart just ain’t gonna buy it and you’ll float over the moon aiming for those sapphire eyes twinkling across the table
And if you’re lucky enough time will stop and you’ll realize there is only what is in front of you and like melting butter Irma Thomas will drip in your ears Anyone who knows what love is will understand
And if you let yourself go you’ll bloom in a shimmering galaxy of golden hair and Minnie Riperton’s soft melody will patter in your ear Kiss my petals and weave me through a dream
And if you’re lucky enough you’ll stand still tethered by a kiss in a Stater Brother’s parking lot while the world spins your body will buzz and hum and you’ll hold your own song
And if you hold on to it you’ll write about it filling pages with a universe of words you’ll run out of ink you’ll run out of words but those azure eyes will forever be empyreal