for m.h.
maybe it wasn't you
maybe it was van hunt himself
in my ears
flowing through me
falling me to sleep
touching me all over
entering my body and staying there

not moving, but holding position until further notice
but whoever it was or is
he came into my space
and now that you're gone i smile
i prefer the memory to sleep

laying in my bed late friday night i held my eyes tight and saw into myself
the black that makes me me
and in that depth--all of its knowns and unknowns--there was a goodness recently discovered
you excavated the site and found me
and i am full with passion and filled with a joy that is real and rich

i walked down the street in shorts and flip-flops
brooklyn pavement below me stirred up a mess of grit and grime as rain fell from on high
and as i kept pace and teeth chattered, a grace surrounded me and i walked high on spirits and life
and it feels good to know how good i feel

i suppose
this is all to say
thank you for reopening this closed case
and thank you for rousing me from my uncomfortable would have been sleep to write you this song
alive in my ears
and you
live in your body
until we again come to sing the same song