I work you pay

"Certain words arise only when we need them, in the same way the spark is not contained in the stone but is formed by the contact with the metal that strikes it." Merleau-Ponty

I don't know why the legs
I felt it in their breath

The heart it sinks the hand it holds the tongue that starts
to press within the mouth but the legs always do so
so that the eyes can climb and the landscape disappear
a path perhaps from you to me inside
from me to you behind
When I run and it jumps and my face says my age
but the legs always they go, and when they stop it's worse


I could see your teeth behind your lips
soft blades of wood or wax or gold that melt under
the screen the skirt the tights the hairs the flesh the bones
the nerves remain so does the paint the shape the dream the game


I could shiver all day long