Staceyann Chin

Previews Begin...

... in two days

aaarrrggghhh!!!

ok. So went Jamaica. and Jamaica. and Jamaica again. and that was my last trip to Jamaica until the show closes

arrrggghhh!!!

ok
the days have meandered
into the learning of lines

the pledging of a telling
a story

just begining
ends of things and how

they frighten me
still

they speak of wide open tales
brothers and nieces

and bodies coming to see me
strange

I have always gone to see you
wild
surprise girl with the two times
you have shown up

unexpected
and beautiful
night-time and summer and surprises

and you
and distance

the years have made you
more romantic
under the skin

at first glance you are praticum
erect in principle

but that is only skin

not so deep
I sniff you illogical see you
slip un-
noticed down the slight angle of need

and want
and desire

I desire you litanies
lists really
of things we plan to do
when we both breathe the same time
zone
zip past the same

postal code
perhaps

and suddenly the phone
sings you present here in my ear

talking blizzards and bounty
blue walls and wet waters and boats

and writers at sea

what a thing to be so honest
and open
for me and you this connection sleeps as door
between what we feel and how we intend to do

all that we wish for each other

I will love you
even if no one comes to see me prance

ants and hopping on a glass stage
rage and wrestle with love
and wanting more than I was given to me at birth

kiss me and I will tell
how good it was whispering

and inappropriate
catcalls and strips of things that used to be a calf
covered with a thing

dried and cut
into strips

and I am vague
because love sometimes makes quiet noises

when everything is loud
we are quiet

waves crashing hush
blush and molasses and midnight
snuggles that paint me

perfect
and you reflect my flaws as beautiful

winning and wonderful
you make me want to laugh with liquid in my mouth

lychee juice
and a show daring to be honest

like you
I like you/little spirit

sea and sun and me tanned
with the breath of you built into me

permanent
too many years have passed to paint me
leaving

I will always be here
in this place of trusting you with my softest fears

who cares if the world
tags me temporary

I am me
changing always

plucked from the window of things
prudent

Previews begin on the 3rd.
please come,

Staceyann

Posted by staceyann at June 1, 2005 06:57 PM