My feet take me across mountains and streets,
But what if there is nowhere I wish to go?
My hands obtain desire,
But what if I want nothing more?

My mouth declares and consumes,
But what if there is nothing left to say
and my thirst quenched?
My ears listen to what is said,
But what if I need not from those who speak?

My skin unifies my being,
But what if I wish to come undone?
Must I bear that which is not sought after,
Or will they detach themselves?

Stop showing
You love me
A little at a time.

Stop saying
You care
Bit by bit.

Stop keeping
Me here
For tiny pieces of time.

Because I need
All of you
Not piece by piece.

I love
All of you
Not just some parts of you.

So love all of me
All the way
All the time.

Or let all of me go
All at once
For good.

I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.

it was the first time I'd
realized
that.

It boiled out of me
like a sharp harpoon,
pinning me to a wall
of certain destiny.

Swimming in the fate
I thought I had
tipping into a jar of vanity.

The transitioned lenses
seeing past and future
concurrently,
Shake their heads in protest
with confidence to be feared.

What makes one doubt,
to question the path of inconsequential,
Who gathers the berries
and decides which are sweet
and which are bitter?

Only to taste is to know,
to experience and to feel,
to revel and relate,
to touch and know.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

You stir in your sleep
Sounds like fingertips on the piano
I’ve always wondered where you are in your sleep
But you never say
Just once you could take my hand
And we could sit on the windowsill
Our legs dangling poised jumping
Ready to tackle your dreams together
Lie on the grass in the middle of the night
And swim in the fresh dew
Look at the stars and feel how small we are
Then laugh
Smiling at the moon
Whistling the arriving daylight
Listening to old dusty records
While drinking coffee poured from the night sky
And you awake with a muffled hello
Bed head and bed breath
The dog jumps up and lies in between us
He knows he’s not allowed but we bend the rules just this once
I romp out of bed and roll to the shower
Dressing in my symbols of conformity
While you play mirror and straighten my necktie
You lean on the door frame and watch me drive away
We both know I’m just a writer at heart
We both know I hate my job
We both know I would love nothing more than to pick up guitar
And write you love letters while you watch
But sadly stationary doesn’t fall from the sky
And ink won’t flow from my pen forever
So I dream like you do in that secret place of yours
I dream