An ocean sinks its crests into the satin beachnLike a pestle grinding salt into lemon peel and thyme.nA hungry vessel trailing ribbons of steamnBurns, somewhere farther out.nI can watch the stars here; I don’t have to say a word.nI will just bend like a fist’s fingers.nI can taste the clouds here; I don’t have to sing a sound.nI will just lay my ear to the water.nnYou can’t be like a planet; you can’t rely on gravity,nAn unseen force guiding your orbit.nBut I will be your Atlas; I will be your maps.nMaybe you and I can watch the meteors here; we don’t have to speak a word.nWe’ll just melt like a sunset.nMaybe you and I can taste the mountain tops here; we don’t have to sing a sound.nWe’ll just read the notes.nI could stay clipped.nMy real name is Nude.nI put on a dinosaur helmet and you punched my cheek anyway.nI could gay dance wrist clap and spit seeds at you all daynOn the black street.nAnd you'd cough at the pavementnYou're stupid and impossiblenI could sing through a harmonica in a little girl's voice and scream between breathsnOn the T.V. screennand you'd smile like a sundialnYou're just like your momnnI'd sit on the black street blinking in the rainnI'd sit on the white sidewalk coughing in the wind.n