i will collect you in my arms
all of you
as you wish
from the merest shadow you may call me
i will leave through
the sound of a coin
on a marble step
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 2:06 PM UTC
as if pebbles underfoot
the sky sings a coarse lullaby
we sit
stubborn and thick
in the clenched pipe of time
unable to pass us
it seems strange, now,
thorns have cleared a path for us;
clouds bulge
in dark promise
oh, the envious hymnal breeze!
how it wrings its wrists
in heavy handed disbelief
a cathedral of trees
holds you and me between earth
and spangled evening
our geometries slowly converge
the unknown looks away in fear
as the pulp of our understanding
sweetens the ink of our verse
intertwined
from broken shells the bird steps
from her beak night screams
missiles of ancient light
weave the moon
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
starlight
like ancient thread,
looms thoughts
in vaults behind my eyes
each night,
the first thing my pillow whispers
is you
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
let me curl up
inside your heart, your ears
so i may always
hear the sea
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC
by candlelight
from iliac crest
to supersternal notch;
the delicate pilgrimage
of my mouth
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
beloved
come, lean to me,
let us be morning shadows
as the hem of night
slips from our lips
---
when sadness lives in you
you shrink inside
away from your eyes
you walk slowly
as not to rattle
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 4:22 AM UTC
in my dream of spirals
we meet on the stairs
at the shoulder of the world
may i? i ask as i gather you in my arms;
in our cloak of words
our filigreed cocoon of thought
here, in our dawn of skin
we shine softly
and spill from a thousand kisses
through an open window
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 7:11 AM UTC
.
breath of lanterns, song of sky
my kisses flock to you
--
hold me, the cloud whispered to the mountain
--
listen to me reading you
with fingertips
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 8:26 AM UTC
i imagine i watch you,
walking barefoot
through the afternoon
your hem dances,
sings the rhythm of your feet,
you smile
at wonder that rushes you with small hands
you drink it in to give yourself
there is a gull-down sadness folded in your beauty
a blue tenderness in the lilt of your wrists
a lock of hair to lift from your cheek
and those brown eyes
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 3:10 AM UTC