i watch the sun swim below

the ocean's surface like a dolphin--

this sun has no circumference.

this ocean has no floor, no shore.

as my eyes become sluiced embryos...

the unified hemispheres of my brain

wear a golden helmet.

i can sense The Photographer ready

to capture a new world.

i'm tracing your sensitivity,

your secrecy with my finger...

the folds of a flower that continually

spread new color.

your duplicitous flare.

the buzzing ghosts of bees,

dying mid-nectar.

your super intelligent eyes

following my mind till i lose it...

only to grow another one.

deeper than your walls, deeper

than your layers...to the chamber

of your repose.

burning sandalwood and a flood

of moon, settling down on

your bed.

as with the weight of strong hands

slowly working their way toward you.

you're choking back the tears, you feel

fully exposed.

you can't and won't gather yourself

for the oncoming ecstasy.

it's as simple as feeding

you your favorite food,

and wiping your mouth

to watch the span of your

eyes.

keeping at you, till you forget

we're dancing.

these abutted foreheads that bring

it down...to the feet of a

broken wave.

as we speed read the universe

to one another...bangs are

brushed back.

so mouths may openly admit

the quelled silence of a kiss.

i can't believe you're real...

so prove that i exist~

a slip of stones...your sidelong glance,

an entire mountain to break our fall.

i want to tell you--as i tell you when

night doesn't know what's happening.

with the ritual of breath and its savage

exasperation.

you push from behind my eyes, and i

yours.

it's from there i hold words to your face

that pale, so i can live and die by comparison.

rocking forward and backward, side to side...

i can't undress and clothe enough.

i scratch at this split heart, and offer it a

crushing embrace when it breaks open.

it's you baby, it's you...the culmination of my

poetry--this final intensity.

i don't care about the next poem anymore,

the one i'm in is the god of your country.

i'm content to roam...waiting for you to come out

into a clearing.

eyes closed and gently singing...

miles of buildings playing

musical lights with no one

home.

perched on a rooftop, the wind

running her fingers through

my hair.

a child wild as ever, smirking indelibly

at concrete modules splattered by their

own brains.

taking in deep breaths of quality alert air--

and puffing out a dragon's fraught column

of fire.

gotta light it up just to see straight, passed and

through...make way, my scene.

a sort of rough draft being smoothed out, you see...

now i gotta **** half this city to work your energy

out of me.

you're being consumed, and consuming--

i'm being consumed, and consuming.

there's an us in this, can you believe

there's an us in this?

regard the Einsteinian notion of: spooky

action at a distance...close enough to

run from.

last night it felt like hot coals were being

ground on my back.

the pilgrims have closed in, and surround

this fire--they know what this is...and have

begun chanting the holy names of G*d.

even though you're scared stiff, and protect

your recent wound...you can't deny the fire!

you're my blood moon...

my muse,

my sleepless eyes.

hanging there,

skinned raw...

animal and angel.

energetically pulling

on this awakened

body.

you've touched an

intimacy that's made

me territorial.

so i blow out stars

with the authority that

grants wishes.

i want that sky as black

as perfected extinction...

just so you can bleed

and scream Ma~