Kite String and Keys
Words by Blythe Baldwin
The friction of your kiss is enough to leave me wanting
to discard the impulse to hide under umbrella.
Crack and splinter- I can hear it whimpering in the wind.
There is always something held back between tight lips.
The barometer’s lowering levels
can manifest the illusion of pressure that bears down on us like a sieve
leaving marks where the body refused to yield graciously.
This has been our history.
Come gather around me-
We have already left enough bruises and broken flesh
in our path.
I do not fear the storm clouds you become
on darkened days.
I want to make you
see the love I bear in shallow veins.
Concentric like the rings of a tree,
I have withstood fire
and drought for your arrival.
watery gift it is thicker than the tightly coiled heartbeats we
hold ourselves down with.
kite string and keys
I have left out in the open for you
the tease of metal and twine.
You already know
the way I look sans lightening rod
why hover with the pinprick crackle
of your caress so close to my flesh?
all electro-static skin and gooseflesh
all saline sweat, sigh, and stifled moan.
I want you to ask me
to show you how I make love.
it is no secret
born of tight lips
that you move me.
A willow tree caught in a thunderstorm.
Wind whipped and begging for the clap
of thunder in your eyes.
A tear for every raindrop ill-spent
a thunderbolt singing in your palms.
Loom and strike twice
leave me all spiral split open
after you’ve come.
Blythe Baldwin is a darling of the San Francisco poetry scene. Find more here: