Speak to me,
And the oceans will cease to
Wax and wane, the
Wind will settle to a whisper
Glance at me with a smile, and
You'll fill every compartment of my heart
With song, plunge me
Into a spring of melody
There's no way to climb,
to see the pinnacle,
No way to traverse in full
the ivy gardens of your eyes
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 7:37 PM UTC
A mirror's truth isn't divulged in the image that was, but in the image that remains.
But I'll stay hidden for now, while I'm musing on something better.
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
I'm glad she doesn't see. She doesn't see the messages, shared emotion between two people where she could have been one of them. She's safe there, outside the headspace of these people. She doesn't feel the absence of an afterthought; there should have been. But she probably wouldn't take exception.
She's been here and there, providing in space oscillating between awareness and obscurity, never coaxing such an intention to express gratitude. She has been given little of what is hers, and so remains steadfastly defunct of knowing any misdirection. Painfully, or perhaps peacefully, symbolic love isn't hers.
And so it slips and slides between others less modest, ultimately touching via codependence and gravitation, an exertion of a weak nuclear force in relative vacancy.
Hopefully, though she can't see, she isn't wanting. Hopefully, she doesn't know that while she has given her love and life, others derive the result.
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
I am within
and with doubt
Corners merely cornered
Meters running out
Here, at last a moment,
a moment's last-
ing (re)doubt
Hinted on skin,
Winter wind,
Chills beget our watching
Of the time we passed through
Not assuming, simply tasting
The salty savory tense that was,
and felt,
and left for now
Where we dreamed the stuff of man
Kindly holding us in time's embrace
Though behind as we bear on,
An orgastic collision, a circumstance,
It is so undeniable and warm,
The time we passed through
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 2:55 PM UTC
I wanted to stay,
But I wouldn’t let me
With dawning on the dark,
It lay there fully heaving
With searing conic splinters
Of headlight in its back,
We left it on the road
Tossed in epinephrine,
Guilty of some throttle-rush
We had macerated in the night
Some brood of Nature’s brush
So, I sped to Edgerton
As fast as our time was
You'll say, “He never cared.”
I’m sad I’ve lost your name
No phonebook would amend
I should have just slowed down
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 11:24 PM UTC
Stale greens served again
At the same tables
Echoed conversations amidst the
Glow of brilliant faces
In a room, a windowless
Place of task and
Of mere knowing
We traded desire for
Errant follow-though
Like chapped lips locked
Where we might have gone
- A mouth of salty water -
If we had not stayed
- A chassis’ curdled rust -
We dream of tired eyes
Sleepless till the dawn
Sore hamstrings while running
Chasing the stuff unknown
A lemon meringue
First **** then toothsome
So inspired by where we reach
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 7:27 PM UTC
There was a stain on that one table
You were gently in view
I fiddled with it instead of smiling at you
The crowd was loud, but I spoke louder
Briefly fastened by a gaze, then freed
A chance soon wasn't one
At the table, silent
Left to remain
Where I stayed
Searching
Safe
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 10:33 PM UTC
Harrowed by this most singular form, we are a
Coalescence of two
Pedals in cathedral stained glass windows
In glorious form
And resting on tables
Placed seemingly, unassumingly
Placed in insurmountable space
Seen by seers and filled by philosophers,
Nonetheless echoing through cavernous halls
Patterned textures of a Parisian tablecloth in my hand
While my other holds yours in its softness
Recusing sonneteers’ burdens,
Varied recollections of a ringing sound
Excusing intelligent ponderings,
Echoes of faltering and exaltation
With a kiss, we speak soundly
Amplifying what we’ve heard all our lives,
But its crimson is of our origination
To be heard once by us and hence,
Echoed to be heard throughout
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 10:11 PM UTC
There's wind blowing in my ears
You stay your steely gaze on me
I see the truth in your eyes
Oh, and I'm bleeding
You speak, and all I am is listening
A candied resonance endowed
Your words, they're living in the light,
But they're not casting a shadow
It's not pity, pain, not jealousy
There's not a wrinkle on your face
But I'm not close enough to see
Why you sit in empty space
Run down, run down
I'm run down, run down
I'm trapt just above the surface
Looking miles underground
Asunder, tiredly I sit and think
Why all we do is run and drink
Away
Plans and dreams and hopes aloft
While conscience suffers
As bombs go off
Run down, run down
I'm run down, run down
I'm trapt just above the surface
Looking miles underground
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 2:02 PM UTC
Cantations whispered to me here
She smiles gently overhead
With a summer's orangey glow
And a warmth from ear to ear
I need not make a wish,
For I'll wait not for it here
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 1:53 PM UTC