winter nights black like womb

starry and eyeless
fated and dying

to be wound
and wolf.

The desert opened up her arms to me
and it was the color of a bruise

pink and blue
yet still could see your  changing face
the way eyes in the mountains
watch from a distance the size of god
then,
close enough again
to answer to the caves we left in one another

quiet drives leading to another end
a silent pursuit to fill with sand
It is here the graves of our ancestors are warm
their bones spell out to say:

love laid to rest will rise again in the spring
(The way the desert flower will collect dew
and tell no one)

and this is the way I love you
this is the way I love you

staring outward like an empty house in the desert
the tail lights of your words have left me
the shadows of lonely porches

collected winters
too difficult to speak of
keep my heart in jars of sand

7.17.14

I’ve come to meet you here, in some sacred place
to be here         alone    with                    you

beautiful waker:
luke deep eyes opening to the moonlight
awake
-
But not alone
because I sit with you beneath the thousand gazes of stars
I hold you close with my ears
this golden hour    ))))       between    ))))        trees,  
throwing your voice
with the crickets

waiting
for the space between us to throw it back
-
Individual, but never separate at the smallest level of things,
sharing together the energy of multicolored levels

-
and we remember, making our way through the dark:
-
this world is unforgiving
and we were wild and alive,

                                         in this place I have known you always
-
In this place, I keep for you
The secret of the leaves

We are not alone in our despondent footsteps toward a truer North
but, I will help pave a path for you and your losses

unfold the pages I had folded
kiss a bruise underneath my hand
relax with disappointed youth onto another
and tell me, that
you don’t enjoy being lost inside all that passes

it is here, this sacred place
we throw our burning hearts into the empty creekside
and we build better homes at the roots of trees

the sky is no longer surrounding us
the birds look to one another to retreat home
we both put things in our pocket without noticing the other
a low roar of emptiness from one point to another
in the distance it is clear that all you know is relevant
and I say, to myself, these things,
and you say to yourself, these things
no one else could know

and you would say; out loud
  
“I loved him”.
and I would kiss the silence that came after
because I still love too

fever in your honesty,
pulling teeth from the names you carry
woven in your clothes

I sit alone with you
spreading the silence that reaches from our toes
outward into the
dark

The silence of your calm washed over me like a wave

half thoughts

reaching down your sleeves only to meet disappointment with a knife cutting us in places we fear the most

but in those moments
I see you see me

waiting to leave or reappear

 Where is your mind where you are going?

you left your impression
in the trees
and faces of others (I know and have yet to know)

setting up
unavoidable loneliness,
(the way a landscape can only tell you
all the things you've been thinking)

you leave me
things when you're
l e a v i n g
but

even at the bottom of everything
I find you there
alone too