The empty park, scattered
    The onset of afternoon rain
    In hidden symphony reflecting my thoughts
Of seemingly veiled dangers
The exposure of earthly fears
             A flowing melody
Touches my sin
Its slow isolation,
   And the gray of the sky
Stark,
Almost naked,
The inverted backdrop to my illusions
    Playing themselves against
a solitary wind the trees
    Delight in

The spaces within the silences

The dark I find myself in when I close my eyes

Here we are again
Twilights waiting,
Of ancient holds and heavy curses
Making a journey of every moment...

I think of the singular adventure that has been love
I think of the countless deaths that are still to follow.
Each touch, the precise means of my undoing.
Each taste a parable for the heart
For each kiss is the truth of illusion

My shadows seem a garden
             of eerie delights
sensibilities run naked through
    forests of dark understandings,
fierce rhythms crack between my eyes
         - the silence of worlds.
My simplest ramblings a no-mans land
accessible only by virtue and touches
                                    of insanity..
My laughter the tread of the devil
       come to sanction souls.
My restlessness, a pit.
My misery a vein of gold, rich and
                                    buried deep.
My music, a ghost piano swinging
                      from the hangmans noose.
My vision, forever caught in your smile

         My time,
        that part of the night
        only attainable by invitation

1:
The moving quietness I sit with
    A morning that begins to open
And shift, the spaces I play in; the time I melt;
    The heart I beat.

afternoon. as the day dissolving,
    then with the nites coming question
how i claim, moments, do you know its you?-
      unbinding themselves( heart's boundary)
this discovery,
waiting adventure from your
                                 yes - questions that drive my  breath
heartbeat by heart.beat (resounding time booming the universe)
I'm wrecked on the new birth that I am
       I'm stranded across the tomorrow that waits your look
(how delicious this death feels)

I want to extract
                       my heart
       (encased in a cliché)
                              and beat
                                         for beat
                            time it to your
                                          executions.
I want to extract my mind
          (superbly hidden and dancing with iniquity)
                         and join
                                 it to
                              your eyes darkest
                                                 dreaming.
I want to extract my soul
                       and leave me empty
                        (do you see,
                                 beautiful void)
                                 and let your smile
                     once more
                                      teach it
                       birth. death. a secret.