As Every Bandage Dreams

As every bandage dreams

of being the Shroud of Turin

So do I dream

of enfolding you

As every aria longs

for Pavarotti’s velvet tongue

So my body yearns

to interpret you

As every avalanche schemes

the ascent of Everest

So I aspire

to the view from your summit

As every oilslick licks its lips

at the thought of the Galapagos

So I long to stick around

and pound your beaches

As everything that is without feeling

Comes to life when put next to you

So do I.