If we are losing our mind
Then first of all we must stop being-we
Living Janus is nothing more than trying to
Rip ones spine into a fragmented
Lightning tree of agony thunder

One mind is not mine
Ours, always ours, connected in waves
Channeling us together like oceanblood smell
Human is the smell connected as tidebodies
Does I try to plug the nosemoon and find silence

Know hearts are never silent
Can anyone keep our rivers from
Flowing toward forever together
Gravity reaches even into our minds
Falling always into each other’s empty

Which is never empty,
Always and always and always
Filled with the lovefear, the all-one
which can only be alone
When one is finally I
When I am finally one

If you were perhaps
To go and gather up your dreams
And climb your life
All the way across the world

Then perhaps I will follow
Be as Ruth, make your people my own
Make love to you under foreign skies
In the same shimmering moonlight

This world might be full of a thousand
Whatifs, shouldhaves, and whoknows

But I know that when you wrap
Your love around me
And dress me in the clothing
Of your tender

I have a reason to succeed
To thrive
To gather all the beauty in this world
And plant it on your skin
As a garden of kisses

Who knows,
How many pages
We have left
        In this world
How many words
We will read
Before the black
Font overtakes
The resplendent white

Who knows how long
        My lover will let me
Kiss her
        And after
        She has shuffled me
        Out the door
For someone who
        Drinks less
        And pays more
Will I
Find another
With lips
As soft

Who knows if the birds,
Pecking
And chirping
        At my feet
Will be there
In another 1 maybe 2
                 Minutes  

How long will you,
        Yes you, beautiful
Person dressed in what
From the corner of my mind
Looks only like sea foam
        How long will you
Sit there reading this
Before you wander off
        Toward what
I can only imagine to be
The rest of your enchanting life
        And if I can gather
        The courage
To offer a muddled hello
        Dare we meet in person

Who knows where all the people
                 In this park sleep
Or when the sax player will
                 Start up again
Or if my parents will live long enough
To see my children crawling tenderly
                Across the floor


All we know how to do is breathe

       Breathe
       And breathe
       And move ourselves
       Out of the shade
       Into the sun
When our hand grow cold

It is not often I dream of you.
Dressed in copper and brick,
Growing green with vines,
Climbing your crumbling walls.

This castle you once kept in an
Easily forgotten part of my body.
A bastion against burial
Between shoulder blade and spine.

You who choose never to announce your
Presence when entering the room.
Simply sit in the corner, tilting your wine glass
Till I notice your ever increasing stare.

Most nights, I ignore you.
Ignore your black miniskirt and pearls,
Ignore your orange sundress
And turquoise necklace,

Ignore gladiator sandals,
And Barcelona bracelet,
First worn when we still
Had the simplicity of spring.

Some rare nights like this one
I grab you by your thumbs
And pull you under the table.
Relive our longing out of the sight

Of these new dinner guests,
Crawling awkwardly between their legs.

This is how
You have always worked.
Drawing ink from my body,
One pen:knife awakening at a time

I have already left,
Though you see me here
This is just an after image
A body disposed
Nothing that could cast a shadow

Have you not noticed my lingering
On the windows?
        I am somewhere
Beyond this street, beyond this long silence
Claimed by sulfur lamps
But even they are growing smaller
Wandering toward anywhere
But this small prison
That has held our skin together
       To long

The wind has found my name inside it
A red beating leaf taken from the tree
It once called father, no longer able to hold fast
Lost to the seduction of nowhere in particular
But taken and taken and already gone

1)

Two rain drops
Landed on your
Windowpane

After a long time
They had gathered
Enough

To break free
And take release
Under the tender
Dominion
Of Gravity

On the way down
Two
Became
One

2)

When lying next to you
You hold up my hand
Far above the earth
Of our bodies
As if it were all the
Stretching fingers of the stars

Into my hand you draw a moon
With the smooth tip of your finger
As if to tell me that all I do
Is caught and reflected
In the silver of your smile

3)

When our abbs
        Burn
Like surrender
And our bodies
Clench
        Tight like fault
Lines before an earthquake
And we sweat boulders
Like all the mountains
That have ever fallen into
The ocean trying
To fill the waves

Each of these acts of devotion
Return our love back as sand
Washed up on a familiar shore

These tiny gifts I will gather
Until the wind
Decides it will no longer carry us
And the moon gives up
Her guarded distance
To come lay her face
Against the deep

If we had forever to entwine ourselves
In the same way the Alps pierce the heavens
Tearing at this schism of sky
We could shed our skin into the
Dance of the wind as it whistles
Through the wind-chime collision
Of our skysung bones

You are already dressed as an angel
And I can see you
Fumbling to find the halo
You keep in your purse in case boys like me
With amber harvest moon eyes come knocking
At the mountain cathedral of your lips

There is a choir in your belly
That sings in the language
Of sunset summer evenings
But I want to rewind you back
To the bare budding of spring
And do to you
What April does to the cherry trees

Please
I am an aurora blown south
To arch you into St Elmo’s fire
So let’s back bend ourselves into an ember
To remember that life
Is a fleeting wildfire of a dream
But when you wake
Don’t you still want to taste
The smoke
On your lips