I am not yet in the country,
But I have seen beauty
In the skies above the sea,
Miles from the borders
That split the earth in two.
The meager plane window
Explodes in gold pigments,
Framed by oceans and jagged,
Deep charcoal clouds
Burnt by the sun's shadow:
An illusory eclipse so large
I mistook it for the Andes.
The plane's asleep
Except for the wide-eyed
And sleep-deprived
Like myself who impart on colors
The novelty of new perspective.
It is so beautiful I rock
My body and head and legs
And want to capture for
The one I loved and left
How I saw the same sun
Painted in startling beauty
That reminds me of her smile.
(Does she think of me
When she sees the sun
And cannot sleep?
Does she wish she could
Show me the wonders
Of her life like I do?)
For now I must alone
Clutch tightly this sight
As my haven while hurtling
Through waking skies
Towards and away
Love and home.
But I have seen beauty
That splits the earth in two.
Jul 24, 2024
Jul 24, 2024 at 11:18 AM UTC
When through flooded roads we drove,
You passed over a lime green snake.
You missed the piercing glow
Of its body curled up safe.
When through flooded roads we drove,
We passed by the drowning trees.
I told you and I did not flinch,
I told you how you hurt me.
When through flooded roads we drove,
You wished my memories gave proof
Of what I'd seen those rainy nights,
But I held the curled up truth
Jun 23, 2024
Jun 23, 2024 at 4:37 AM UTC
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I scrub away charcoal lifeforms
Rooted into undead surfaces
Which festered while I was away.
I feel sweat bead on my dewey skin
From redemptive exertion
In sterile chemical air
My home is not surrendered
To fungal colonies of neglect.
Jun 23, 2024
Jun 23, 2024 at 4:32 AM UTC
Fingers against our cheeks
Looking off at what
I know not but I feel safe
Swaddled in body warmth
Newfound intimate constellations
Soft light traces our skin
From the skirt over my lamp
And the overcast window light
Echoed laughter with the nectar
Of the present
Jun 23, 2024
Jun 23, 2024 at 4:19 AM UTC
Two a.m., a man plays
kaleidoscopic xylophones
in the floral night park.
I feared him moments ago,
but now he shares his art.
Jun 23, 2024
Jun 23, 2024 at 4:07 AM UTC
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refuge in the maze
i hide within
bushes and brambles
Mother, why did you pursue?
i've seen you stabbed
and bleeding
sweaty crouched within
bushes and brambles
you never made me bleed
why do you make me run?
911 phone calls
hiding in the closet
save me - God!
my annual prayer
intercede
Mother, why did you track me down?
i leave my life and love
behind
abandoned maze
save me - God!
sleeping in your sheets
homes has changed
the waking world
betrays my memories
pleated in my breaths are
cut off silent screams
overlayed with reality
are dreams
chased shoved
falling from family
i hide within
painful realities
as they become my dreams
Jun 23, 2024
Jun 23, 2024 at 3:57 AM UTC
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I could choose the music,
but a stranger wanted more.
I lost my thoughts in melodies,
and I left my body stored
in the sunlit parking lot
with a man's lustful stare.
I left with him the music,
And kept what's mine to share.
Jun 23, 2024
Jun 23, 2024 at 3:55 AM UTC
There's an art to dodging riptides
-Toes against street cracks-
My body contorts to every push
Of water against my back.
In dancing streams that rule the streets,
My chest expands in lust.
Breathing, holding, sinking deep,
Equanimity in flowing rush
The way to dance with riptides
Is to kiss it on its cheek,
To feel not see in murky grey
Its grasp sweeping my feet.
My body twitches at every touch
Of water against my skin.
Then swiftly I leave its yearning pull,
And wait to start again.
Oct 18, 2021
Oct 18, 2021 at 10:45 PM UTC
Fingers heartbound
Knotted up in air
Gaze darting lost
Watching dancing
Frozen in movement
Desire for desire
Masked by panic
Intoxicate
Lost in descent
Bodies complement
Space absent touch
Concern ego lust
Parting hesitate
Yearn
Aug 25, 2021
Aug 25, 2021 at 2:06 AM UTC
The corner
over there, masked in dark,
-right there (?), nestled between
the book case and the paint?
That corner shadow cast behind
is the home of seven hobgoblins,
I swear!, I've seen them run
and bounce from wood to wall
shrouded in the shade of that wedge!
Bouncing gaze dragged by them,
I count : one two seven stop!!!
Breathe less and hear that stuttering
small sound! The goblins(?),
Little guests run their feetpaws around
- Like kids, I swear they giggle
When it's so late they shouldn't play
And yet (!) those goblins alight the corner
Mar 16, 2021
Mar 16, 2021 at 2:00 AM UTC