there was a half-circle of blue I saw once out of a hotel room window. I didn't know if it was a swimming pool or the sea. I looked at it. The fact that it existed at all seemed remarkable. The water was a shade of blue that I had never seen before. That was the thing that got to me. I knew that having seen it had changed me in some way. Irrevocably. It was the same way I felt when I first let you inside of me. I suppose that is the feeling of desire. We like to think that desire is the same as yearning. But it's not. I don't want to desire you. I don't want to chase after something that I know is beautiful. I want you to eat through me. That is how you learn how to love someone.
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 8:11 PM UTC
#9
we know that love is large and sometimes monstrous
the heart can be so porous
at times that all it can do is sing
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 2:52 PM UTC
I thought the moon
forever in the sky would always
be in the sky but then you
handed it to me gave it to me
on a silver platter it tasted
of sour pear and apple it filled
my mouth with
winter song and euca
lyptus
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 2:42 PM UTC
Mine is a body undone
a text that wants to become
something else
something that can fit inside
your mouth/do you know what that is
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 2:39 PM UTC
I think of the quiet reciprocity of your
body fed all of these years on tulips and
Pissarro
I wonder what parts of you have become me
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 2:38 PM UTC
I love blueberries. I love the groves
of almond trees
you see as you drive up to
Sacramento.
I love anchovies and
raw broccoli.
I love Spanish wine and the feel of
your tongue when I am
down between your legs.
I love Jacques Brel, and the piles of peaches
that appear in stores late
in the spring. I love gin and tonic, Alexander
Calder’s
mobiles, and the
early novels of
Philip Roth. I love laying in
bed with you
looking at
pictures of
Greece.
I love smoked salmon,
especially on a bagel toasted
with a little bit of butter.
I love lemon drops,
Frank Sinatra, and e.e.
cummings.
I love the smell of
eucalyptus trees and those
long,
flat
strips of
bark
that
peel
off
their
trunks
like
paper.
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 12:07 PM UTC
don’t stop come
naked there is more to this
than there seems my love
peacock green strawberry
lips I want to bite you
I want this to be something real
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 12:05 PM UTC
it could almost be music this excess of heat
and yes spring is gathering (a promise)
the moisture of my body up into the clouds
could this be what makes the plum tree blossom
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 1:19 AM UTC
When you face the sun too long
You start to think this way
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 1:17 AM UTC
We have survived the
Storm of falling
In love the smell
Of apple and lilies and
Brown sugar fresh
On your mouth and you
Half
Asleep there is
Something blooming in the
Sweet moss of your hips
Wet with patience and wild
Joy that is your body
Made new in love the last
Of night’s
Milky fingers I pull the sheets
Up to your shoulders
And dream
We are
Young again
Stars
Just a little before dusk
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 12:45 AM UTC