all we are is words on paper
dreams in slumber and dreams in daylight
the chances that you could also be writing me
from across the globe
are thin as this here paper

why do i write to you?
why does your voice follow me in my dreams?
last night i dreamt of us conversing for hours
your creaky voice is burned into my minds ear
it squeaks to me in rapid eye movement murmurs  
why do i write to you?

if there is power in attraction
in this universe
then my naive ego believes i could will you to me
like demanding the tide come
i could pull you upon my shore

dripping dippers
both Big and little,
please pour over this embrace
with the sap of spring darkness
sticking you to me
cocooned in nocturnal resin

the silence between our words
is love
the veil between our gaze
is love
fingers slide down your long face
so long i got lost on the journey
this journey
is love

she said
“we are a flame.
at times burning hot
and now, small and low
but -
i will always burn for you”

once my comfort, my cotton
now shameless, you are rotten
you are changing, multi-facing
we flow not
you start and then stop
unpredictable, calloused and conflictable

i spit aching recollections
to weave conspiring connections
out of the fibers
of your sins and unforgiveables

i need me
because i need you
and you are inside me
conscious and free
together -
we.

sweet rhododendron
your leaves hang like drooping eyelids
gaseous tears
oxygen seeps out
i live because you weep