poem: ceramics

i know now that my first love is long gone
no matter how much the song is in him
it will never be enough to be enough

that salty, sage smell again from the chest
the rail is a runway for a body
i know now that my last taste is long gone

this last one is about life, he said and
took my hand in every other language

it will never be kindness to be enough

we are arrived at the plateau, the orange
the green, centered teeth on the green altar
i know now that my first love is buried

with an eye-shaped hole in the center of
my chest i can feel the air, i can see
it will never be your way to be light

breathe, lean back, against me, against water
ask me what i know about white; i’ll say
i know now that my first love is long gone
it will never be enough to be enough