I feel it slipping in
that black dot again
begins staring at me
from the corner,
grinning.

I've got a Russian song in my head,
as I daydream of dying.

To the flesh,  
let it cut,  
press our palms together,  
and in that mingling
of red iron and DNA,
we are family.

And I sit resisting the temptation
of her in my
daily struggle not to dry her hair
too quickly
as bright blue cotton candy
explodes into every corner
of my life.

The brown-eyed
green-eyed girl
has seeped in,
and my eyes
have never been
so yellow.

I am reaching to you
through this endless space
so I can touch you
and take
it all
away.

Hope eludes you
through each day.

And quietly you sleep.

The day is harsh.
The night is rest.

And quietly you sleep.

I think of you.
Send my hope.

And quietly you sleep.

Im seeing you,
resting far away.

And quietly you sleep.

The world can't touch you,
the one I adore.

And quietly you sleep.

Just so close
to perfect

a blossom of feathers
rainbow-brilliant

Beyond the rationalization
Beyond her deep beauty
Beyond her child-soul
Beyond the out-of-nowhere

Beyond her defenses
I crawl, restoring
her hope
her peace
her safety

The peril to myself
is inconsequential.