what i mean to say is please don't ever stop

your head turned into
a pinwheel so i spun it. hanging over me.
plastic blades of a new kitchen appliance.
the over head fan gone whimsical.
what i mean to say is that you whirled
& i tried to explain what it's supposed to mean
to have a skull. i gave example words like
stone & rock & sturdy & solid but you
tumbled & the smell of fresh grass poured in.
you stuck yourself out the window 
of the moving car & shook with air.
meanwhile even the late dandelions 
turned into pinwheels & there were no
tufts of dandelion down to find in 
the scruff by the side of the road. 
tiny pinwheels growing up 
from the dirt. birds trading beaks 
for pinwheels. a turning body. 
the use of air to stay alive. i hold my breath
when we cross under bridges & 
you spin the whole way. i want to
hold you still & have you remember me
of the pressure to fall in love
that only comes in late august--
the way the whole earth turns 
into a pinwheel because it will be
dying soon. am i the only one who 
imagined that all the seasons happen
at the same time everywhere on earth?
somewhere right now it's raining impossibly.
somewhere right now you are not 
my lover but a plastic trinket 
in my fist. what i mean to say
is please don't ever stop. keep 
whirling. i need it more than you know. 
the blurring of your two colors.
a helicopter can't find enough air
to stand up. a biplane's face full
of teeth. inhale & blow against your
features. the hush of eye brows growing.
i will take you out to the back yard
where the grass hasn't been tended.
i will stick you there feet first
& sit beside you until you're
ready to stop. i will explain 
this is where i run away to when 
all the air escapes the house. i can't
flutter like you. i have important
bones. i have steering wheel for
a pelvis. are you listening or just
taking advantage of the gust?
the stray cats with this pinwheel
meowing & the sun even--
even the sun trading heat for
plastic. cheap beautiful toys all 
stuck in the cosmic. your face still
like that-- still a folded loosed flower.
the last dandelion in my mouth.
chewing the hairs.