Think not of it, sweet one, so;---
      Give it not a tear;
Sigh thou mayst, and bid it go
      Any---anywhere.

Do not lool so sad, sweet one,---
      Sad and fadingly;
Shed one drop then,---it is gone---
      O 'twas born to die!

Still so pale? then, dearest, weep;
      Weep, I'll count the tears,
And each one shall be a bliss
      For thee in after years.

Brighter has it left thine eyes
      Than a sunny rill;
And thy whispering melodies
      Are tenderer still.

Yet---as all things mourn awhile
      At fleeting blisses,
E'en let us too! but be our dirge
      A dirge of kisses.

Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.

Like the tortise came to
finish last you appeared

During a quandry where
I was already cornered
Looking up into the
hollowed and pale face of
failure, pereptual dissatisfaction

I felt you like the sun
wraps its arms around
a body dripping in frigid
lake water

after a jump into the
cool blue which seemed to
stop time

just so I could reach out to
grab your heart
before it could fall out  

I have you now
I've tied you into me

Where the time stopped
our souls got to sit together
for eternity
they would dance into each other

in celebration of our union
they saw the meaning before we did
and we didn't need much time to
notice it too

In this moment
I feel no fear

For the first time
I looked down into
the water and
it's *clear

There's a feeling that settles
into the comfortable silence
accompanied by a shared meal
that was too spicy to
finish  
sort of like the feeling you get
with a sturdy cat buzzing
in your lap. The warm steam
gathering on the tip of your nose
from a shared hot drink
as you hear the oration of
an equally warm book
taunting us to
laugh
deep in our bellies

Vibrations turn into
eclectic sounds
A symphony that plays
feebly in the tangles of
my clouded mind

There are scarce moments
in which I can hear clarity
Am able to separate the
clutter of instruments and
settle into my peace

most of the time I
hear just an overwhelming
chaotic unnerving
wrenching rattle of noises

make it stop

My peace comes when
I see glimpses of humanity
Kindness that comes from
a precious resource
human selflessness

be kind to me
I can be your joy