Little brother
for all I know the stars
are no more distant than your teeth
and no more strange
I imagine you submerged
in the body’s moment
no self ever breaking the surface
to look down from outside on itself
or away to see the waves breaking
on a distant beach
a line of trees then mountains
What kind of man could look at you
and see a machine? One who aspires
to be so himself
Tussling with my hand you find
the plump flesh between thumb and palm
your eyes find mine and don’t waver
while the little teeth press and sting
you know where I live your eyes are still
you would draw blood if you dared
Let them call it mechanism
you and I know what it is
desire
Light On Dark Water 