Aum
Desire shudders like a yawn to my surface,
a deep song rising for air –
a sound at the centre of myself. Sometimes
I can feel it in my fingertips. Other times
a colony of nights confounds me and my heart
stammers. Without sound my body is just minerals
caught in a pattern. I need my private baseline,
though it wheels around the world
without a start or end. Storm waves boom
along a shoreline, smoothing the evening’s
craggy edges. Something in my heart
finds harmony with the hum of the fridge.
Jon Alex Miller (he/him) lives in London with husband and dog. As well as working in LGBTQ+ activism, he’s a trainee psychotherapist. He has poems published in Acumen, Atrium, Magma and Tentacular,