Address Direct
--Bin Ramke

That cacophony of breath and blood you hear
is not code for any comfort it is blood
and air moving within you, you

Stimmen, stemming the tide of fluids
your little frightened faces inner only linger
then anger then it ends then this thinly

for my crimes I know
and my offense is before me always (Psalm 51:5)

stammer your salvation--
to say is to succumb, would be-- who
cannot say-- for the impediment

the course of conditionals bleeding
into themselves like internal injury
and yet the day declares a truce

with you, your friendship intact
your body at your bidding
a lithe loveliness still there and

fertile, furtive and funny.