jiim, yaa, dal, nuun.

[jnut]

If I were a different man,
I would crawl inside
of your mouth, tuck myself in
behind your perfect teeth
and cushion my head
beneath your soft, wet tongue. I'd
lie there, still as a fallen bird,
dreaming the dreams
of those content with quiet.

My fingers wouldn't tap-tap
on the sills, my knees
would hold steady - picture
me, an ankle-crossed statue!

My jaw wouldn't ache from the clenching.

But these arms are knotted
kite string, catching themselves so
high in the treetops you'd
have to be god
to find them and tug them loose.

You're over by the window again, shaded
from the afternoon's glory, chewing your pen...
thinking about it.

Oh, but if I could move you
you'd be impossible to catch.