Raised Skin

There is a sound
that ends all pain
numbs all mind detritus
and makes the flight
of eagles seem
inglorious.

Don't get me wrong.
Eagles are amazing in flight
and
pain let's me know I'm alive.
Quieting my mind; miraculous.

Lovers love and her fuck noises
take my breath away
and empty me of want
like my wave into her glass
more than full.

But that isn't the power to raise skin.

The thing, that powerful glory
and everything right in
my huge universe.
The place I live and feel like
a man worth loving...

Her laughter. Every day, every time I can
I strive to bring her pained sides
and red head and neck,
and spit coffee at things.
I am funnier than I ever have been
my whole life.


Chris Whitenack © 2014