I pray you feel the soft exhale of my breath
as I fall to sleep,
for when I close my eyes I feel its warmth
as it would deflect off the small of your neck
as I whisper goodnight,
my Love, goodnight.
Do not be startled that my voice has traveled space and time
and I am not there when you turn around

I wish I was with you, under the canopy of your covered patio...
above parked subaru station wagons
next to aspens and pines, thick with pollen
and lazy concrete carrying joggers and cars and speeding bicycles piloted by the hormone-drunken youths of another sophomore summer
I'd forget, if I was with you
content to sleep in the morning sun and make love on the red porch of your red house....

Come, reveal to me my heart
without your presence, subject
to whim and wanton desire,
its purpose lost

My mind still yet clings to remnants
of vision with your love

Come, install that muscle memory
which forbids the evasion of pain
while you are gone,
my heart, my mind, my life

We were together, physically- my fingers leaving grimy trails in the lines of your body. You may have been that mountain we were laying on, with your strength and your valleys and our grounded unity. But there was a sickness, the earth thriving and the people dying. You shielded me from that force which claimed them all. In your frustration and anxiety you left to find a cure. I can feel your restless soul while you are gone. But the force has stopped. Only a few of us remain, and in four hundred years we have seen the earth overgrown- the return of prehistoric size. But we cannot rest, we cannot die. You are still gone, and I roam the life swamps in search of you. I finally find you. Your hands guide my feet on the earth and you are found. Rising from the muck. You have been moving, these four hundred years, through the earth, untame. You are peace and I can die again. We all can.

what can I write today
which would properly demonstrate the nature
of my heart
and the values of my soul, for you,
now gone to the world while I stay waiting,
knowing no love could take the place
you have left gaping in my chest, the place
filled temporarily by the frequent heartbeats
for another
whom shall never know my love,
as you do,
who takes your space to unwittingly await his eviction
and I weep

silly thoughts
of a silly girl, always
in love, in life
learning slowly of
one meaning
through many a truth:
each man, the center of a universe-
can set himself
free

Last night I dreamt,
that I was in the house of my chilhood.
It was stormy outside, like a hurricane.
I was looking everywhere for you- I think it was the apocalypse.
Then I recieved something in the mail, a package
and it was from you.
There was a ring inside the box.
The ring was also a walkie talkie, and you had one too.
As soon as I saw what was in the box, I looked up and you were there.
You began showing me how to use it, then
all of a sudden,
there were people everywhere
in all the rooms
all around us.
It became difficult to stay close to you, so we used our talkie rings.
I found you and the storm got worse.
Everyone around was shouting and you kissed me.
It was a really good kiss
and you didn't stop.
Then, I woke up, and I think for a split second I thought you were in bed next to me.
Today the clouds are grey
but there is no storm.