open

the neon 
lights in my
veins sing 
"open"--
linger in me 
like a doorway--
like a round coffee
shop table--
i want you to rest
your glass of
water on my forehead without
a coaster--
leave a water ring halo--
i'll be your neon 
light saint--
cross your legs
beneath me 
like your mother
taught you when you
first haphazardly wore
a dress & 
felt a gust of wind
ring your knees
like church bells--
it's early in the
night &
we've yet to sink--
let's push
this bed off the dock--
swim under the covers
where we'll be safe
grow barnacles 
on our thighs--
let's be quiet like
sea urchins &
no one will find
us or wake us from
this kind of sleep--
this kind of drowning
in each other's bodies--
there is so much 
of us-- descend the 
the sand-bottom
where i keep my sunken
ships-- the salt
water of my blood
eating away at the wood--
my oceans have sharks
& smug grinning eels--
my oceans have 
pillows floating
above like
clouds--
what do you think 
of my body?
is it something
you'd like
to drop into--
throw the anchor off
the side of the bed 
let's stay here--
tell the sun to be
patient with
us--
my body is the supermarket
that stays open 
through the night--
i lay ajar 
for all the 
shopping cart wheel 
spirits 
at four a.m. who
buy pumpkins to
carve themselves 
into--
i have become my own
night light--
neon glowing 
through all my veins--
tossing shadows across my
white ceiling--
the water on
the floor of my bed room
is cold--
it's autumn now
& the ocean crosses
her legs--
she pulls on
stockings & ties up
her hair in a messy bun--
when you need
me i'll be waiting
across the street
in the window of
the little pizza shop
i'll be
neon--
i'll be 
open