the skin thins; we become more see-through
as if the drip
—————-of it, passing, was diluting us.
———These summer nights
he can’t sleep; his eyelids aren’t enough;
he could long
—————–for the skin of the young,
———-its heedless opacity,
how you could fold yourself inside it
————–Live long, live longer
———–and you’ll see his eyes
still watching (what else can they do?)
———–at all hours, open now
to what nobody tells us: how we grow
———————no hiding place from light.