simple

[helloelise]

with simple steps we slip heels hands
a smooth rounded something of a dance.
this is how we do:
what i do with a target
i do with.
you,

it seems a simple scale to think that hands
create the tiny threads that lace our distance tightly together,
wrinkling the miles to short inches. it seems
a simple step to think
that these short inches are hardly linear
that these short mumblings are hardly linear
to any old coagulated meanings fermented deep in the barrels of your old cellar.
we kept our bottle standing up-
our decanters prevent it from spoiling
our air siphons with the skill of pasteur.

nights full of wine keep me from
pure and simple
sodden mind alcoholic drifts as i lace
our distances together the ribcage of the coastline
compressing to suit our needs;
like a target i miss you
by feet degrees and days

this is how we do:
like a target.