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A Tree Waits Apr 2012
Tides between time. pass with the moon.
reflecting grains of her. solitude.

weightlessly in the sea of
silence.

drifting in and out
of the lust.

that she stole from the cup.

inhaling whispers. of the walls.

her hollow checks.
were the cylinder of

flames.

generations
melt away.

through the trees
leaves tremble. inside her limbs

behind the cracks. a web

will transcend
light.

      light.                                                   ­                                           

veil of voids.  
called her



name.
A Tree Waits Apr 2012
In a box. lies secrets

four

lines that may, unfold the truth.

like his spin.

a straight line.

while he laid there in his sleep,

a quietness

washed up. and touched my windows

it swam through the rays of

warm midnight lights,

that sailed off his skin.

eye lids,

once. pennies in my well.

sinking in the sheets, confined

in the light. of a space.

I no longer knew.

a face.

with such distance.

for weeks

we slept in this box,

a partition of

love.

bit by bit my skin began to leak out of

the cracks.

watching. each particle.

drift a dance to flee.

Beyond lied a blinking

blinding

sign outside. my window.

It read:
Vacant


I left the room.
A Tree Waits Apr 2012
Your breath. Moist and pure.

quivers smoke from. the day it all. began.

Your lips

bloom petals. Where the weeds tangle between the touch.

This is where the splintered evenings. sliced in two.

your bones lie bare. hungry for a skin. souls bend

while the room lays.

dark. in the belly of the blackness.

in a sea of

moonlight. creeps through the window

showering shadows  

that burn in the

night.
A Tree Waits Mar 2012
possessor of all holy

things. you held the

key to my body.

Cradling the thread.

i watched

the shadows unravel.

weaving the victim

of the blankets of

blackness. a

distant time. an ending.

echos.

     desires.

fill the core.

dissolving to become

whole. again.

as the seeds

swindle. with the last

breeze. through the trees.

the sleep falls

beneath the blue.

a ghost awakes.

inside of you.
A Tree Waits Mar 2012
Stark naked
I was plunged into the sea.
he held the cast of our line.
Reeling me in as if i was just a fish.
the bite.





our love.
A Tree Waits Mar 2012
Innocence
In each rising sun.
fills the space.
between. us.
lies.
The circle.
Without an end. to a story never told.
scattering its glow among
the mimes.
they walk the lines.
giving birth to machines.  
I watched
the red fade
from its petals.
A sparkle. Of. 
Untold lies. Fable cries.
The record player never dies. As I watch.
I wait.
An endless pendulum. Swings.
the body. Weightlessly. Fights the
Buoyant’s of hours.



I dance a lonely dance.
Swaying to 
A trifle.
Of my love one 
gone.

— The End —