Your name melts upon my tongue,

Lips meeting mine softly,


And eyelashes brush my cheek as 

Deep amber pools are hidden from light;


Seashell skin running through air,

Tracing spirals against mine,

Moments falling as wind throws sand,

Bright hair dancing fractals across sky —


I've never known a blue this deep,

Richer than silent I-love-yous

Thrown to the sea.

I've finished your portrait;


You

are a glass of water

upon the windowsill, distorting

my view of the tired street below —


Refreshing, but,

it's the same view

really.



I need a new window.

Dewdrop thread connection,

Solace in another life —


That which fails to speak the tongue

Whose words run slightly,

Burning ginger sounds  

Drowned in ivory screams:


Cease fire for the secret

Is already known.


Leave all by the willow,

River running to the sea

Where it will be forgot;


And heart pounds as waves do,

Stealing breath, staining canvas,

Letting voices speak not in language

B'knownst to human life, but in

Melodic cries of the unseen

Flooding eyes as they close


For each is ever alone.

Teal like aluminum foil,

Bleeding gums, spitting blood


Red as lipstick stains

Left on paper cups of coffee,

Melting the way chocolates do


Cracked knuckles from

Too many seaside winters,

Rich cocoa skin like leather


Mouth filling with soap bubbles,

Teal like synesthesia.

Drown me in acrylics
So I may become art,
Abstract at best;

And write my hidden name in charcoal
A hundred times upon my skin
So I won't forget.