Ostinato

Anthony Aguero

In the same voice, this again:
The sky, painted red & I couldn’t look
Because it reminded me of your blood
Or the spine to your book
Or the spine to your body
Or the color one has chosen
For no reason at all but crimson.
Red; I dreamt of someone’s voice
& it was yours  This again:
Your feet, rubbed blue & I look
Because I needed to know you’re alive
Or the sound of sky panting
Against your breath
Or a rivulet of you, downstream
Or the color I choose to remember.
You split into two. This again.
This dream I’m against.
A sky painted—a voice thundering
For no reason at all but torment
This, spine scattered amongst stars,
Again. In my own voice.