For you I gave all the forests
bound in leather
inky inclinations
that favor your
outwardly affect
Oh sweet Love
can you hold my heart
in arrest just a moment more
I say, I want
to muse my muse
with eyes blind
to touch the space you
occupy all the time in between
moments I forget
Sometimes; in my dreams
you’ll be in an
existence so easy
I know it can’t be true
Oh do You
believe in this divorce
between our union
we kept under sheets
goose feathered capes
that draped
across bare backs and chests
beating caged hearts
you threw away the number—four
times you convinced yourself
in loneliness
allow the empty— you
left to swallow possibility for me
and all the next rest.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 9:36 PM UTC
If given the time (i would)
to trace the constellation
of your freckles,
make monuments of moles
and shrines of your scars
You have the map of all
the towns I’ve never seen
all the cities I’ve never slept (with you) in
Trail each strand to the root
and gently make a space for each
of your fingers in places
with mine, your head, my neck
No need for awkward civilities
We never needed to speak (to me)
an unholy breach in contact
less direct forward thinking
In a different time and
place your bare bones under
footpaths where we can finally
lay to rest with all the words
said and unsaid in lovers breathes
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 6:34 PM UTC
I seek the secret ways
and longing lost secrets
the stability, the assuredness
in the answers.
I had them all for you.
“How does it work?”
I will tell you, sweet
Love under white sheets and behind draped curtains
Certain, I am certain
in the endless possibility
of you and the world
of space and all the places
we occupied
One time
Sick and sad you asked me again,
“How does it work?”
I held you the entire night
to see you through the storm
and into the morning
All the questions––
I gave to you answers
In my own mourning
when I held myself
the white blacked out the gray
and in the empty bed
I wondered
“How does it work?”
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 6:30 PM UTC
I could watch
for hours
Your rising breath and falling
Lungs.
You have a way
in speaking through
the silence.
I could watch
words
like waterfalls fall
and fall
and fall
and fall
Float on through my mind
late at night I'll long
for you
and each second
passing day to
see your face
across
the room
You have a way
with words so
gracefully
they dance around
between the space that
Separates
you
From, Me
If I could kiss and
Tell me secrets (who was first)
of everything you
have discovered
ways
and treasure clouds
the weight
of Gold
If I could I would.
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 6:27 PM UTC
The hills;
were really just sleeping Giants
under Mossy blankets and
the Sun shown
down on their rising Bellies.
Blades of grass breathing in the passing
lives and lifetimes.
If it could talk it might be laughing.
The walls, the couch, the drapes, the rug.
The portraits, the photos,the bed, the dog.
The candles burn the time away
First to fade; the memory, our memory
unnecessary details
the most important
Choose.
The same Flowers will bloom and their petals will-
Slowly, slowly fall into
into You.
Rats will eat Trash
Dog will wag Their Tales
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 6:24 PM UTC