Under gray sky
Caught in the pace of the wind
Admiring the patience of ivy
Such steadfast love of walls

I wait for the rain
As if it had already planted rivers
Upon the backs of my hands

With it I wait for your return
For your eyes that pitch and shine
Like the Mediterranean

My love a singly white sail
On the horizon
That will never reach
The port of your heart

If I could
I would build you
A statue over looking those waters
Of alabaster, ivory
Of obsidian, amethyst, and pearl

But all I can give you
Is the tremble kiss of the wind
The promise of rainfall
And the last corners of my stubborn love
Which you have not already gathered
In the lightning of your smile

Smoke spring stir from deep chasms
Edges of lips spit hurricane winds
Rolling outward to dissolve under gray sky
Such subtle camouflage to cover the speeches of her eye s
She says
“If you would love me, I would unbrick my bedroom
But the mortar in my mouth is sticking these sheets tight round my hips
Would you loosen them for me?”

He cannot come up with an answer
Wonders if his translation was wrong
“If you would love me, I would brick up my bedroom
You bring the mortar, I’ll lay you straight
And stick sheets over the windows to lock out the sun”

He has never been comfortable in darkness
And so lets her finish her cigarette before retreating
She burns down to filter
Which she crushes confused under her heel
Thinks “Who doesn’t want to love with the lights on?”

You like all the others
Was moth minded
Searching for flames
To incinerate the wick between your legs,
But I was more Aurora
Than bonfire,
And though you tried to slip yourself
Between these shimmering curtains
My window was softly opened as you slept
And I had slipped away before dawns fingers ever stroked your face awake.

For you see that I will no long burn
Down the forest to chase you from their depths.
Instead I will unfold myself as an orchid  
In the swamp of your misplaced memories
And let you creep though the man eating mangroves
To pluck my waiting grin

You see there are fields of tongues
Waiting for lips to ****** them
But they are all speaking in thrusts and moans,
In hidden glances and the unbearable weight of seductions
Below the belly of a girl whose gasps are unseen serenades  
In the rolling flush of night

We lock our hands together,
Because the key to release them has been
Swallowed by youth and our hours till morning
Are fading like your slipping resistance,
To letting love land its fragile feathers upon the inside of your thigh,
And then taking wing on the thermals
That rise from the friction of fantasies collision with skin.

In sin I’ll reclaim you
And consecrate our communion
In the cathedrals of your eyes.  
Even the way you hold your breath is holy
And though lips are sealed
I like the stammer of your speech
Are slipping secrets into the cavern of an ear,
Where we wait out the weather
Of a thousand spit lovers lost
Trying to douse the bon fire that burns between the legs
Of each and every human that has ever spent the night
Making love to the moon,
Cause she never shows her dark side
Only grins a crescent promise  
And laughs as if the stars were suitors
Trying to out sing her cratered mouths.
In a thousand voices she
Whispers hope to this conflicting
River of blood and bone
That make up all I have to sell
To the window shoppers who peak
Their heads into my bedroom to find me
Shaping love out of a pocket full of missed calls and shadows
Who can never drown my thirst
For a straight answer to the timeless question
Of will you still kiss me
In the morning  

She rides the winds like a whisper
But can never reach my borealis
And instead burns so sweetly
With lips of ash

If Charlie Parker
Could hang his hopes
That someone
In some lost corner of history
Could blow a soaring reunion
With birdland fingers
Tremble dancing in flock

Then in this sapphire of an evening
His old ghost
Is pushing thermals for
These wings of notes to wander in
As they search for some secret progression  
That unlocks the amber stairway
To the burgundy heaven of jazz
Drink long enough and swint your eyes  
And you might almost mistake the
Stage lights for halos

This was a resurrection in B flat
That curved its broken body into the great throat of god
And begged us to come drink deep
From the red wine redemption of his voice
What else could we do but fill our glasses
And sip our way into sainthood
Off the liquid sound of heavens saxophone

The moon could no longer hold her orbit
so as she descended she lost many things
the last of which was her craters
the things that had once made us love her
all broken and wrenched from dream

I.
Upon entering into this new life
One must remember to forget
So many things

So that we can come into this natural again
The osmosis of skin within the carefull
Language of rain
Motorcycles grunting to the welcome of the wind

The treadfast of shoes among the open breath of sidewalk
The old pages of a lover
Opened and left upon night
Till the ink and the darkness have become
The same shifting shadow

II.
So many of us enter into this
Silently
Without warning

This skyline and street signs whisper a symphony
A song that is etching its genesis of notes
Upon my bones
A pale brail story that wanders
So close to the lips of this city that one might think
The very buildings are leaning down
To steal them a kiss

This is a festival
For teeth and fingernail
For wrist and hip
And the ever elongating spine

III.
Let us come to claim these trespassers
Just as this city has come to claim us
The same way we claim
Our shadow when we
Turn away from the sun

Such things we leave upon arriving
The endless dust shimmering
In the rising dawn