you are a suicide
though rather sweet and loving
and welcoming
like no thing ever was
the supple buds of blooming orchids
the running river and its tender wave
a lover's letter burned to ash and fading ember
the end of things and rising of a lesser sun
loving, feeling, hearing soft silences in dark
and empty rooms and hallways,
sleeping, dreaming, never-ending,
a looming shadow and a minute gleaming shine
oh sing a song and borrow time
to dance and rain and love forever
get wet and change your clothes and love forevermore
to become a thing much greater than the mass
a single blade of grass, proud and tall among the seas
it is certainly not hope but fate, believe it
the simple beauty of how hands fit into one other
it's all within you
reach out into the burning evening sky and seek
its fire's warmth and fullness of a loving heart
we are born of flesh and blood
but there are stars that rest within the veins and lungs and eyes
that never shut
they sleep, caress your aching skin
your flesh and blood, heavenly sent,
believe it.
and when you fall and sink into the bedsheets
hear the song and see the dream
of mammoths in their endless, breathing steppe
and I will sink with you and never grasp for air
for all I need to breathe is here with you,
believe it.
you are a living crimson love
a string, a thread, a tapestry,
coursing through the veins of man
since first his eyes met fire,
believe it.
you are a breath of life
into a lifeless body,
adorned in moss and fungal growths
where frogs and snails dream pleasant things
and the echo of the wooly mammoth
and the steppe now buried long in time
believe it.
you are a pagan oak that stands so proud
and my body rests between your holy roots
bathed in the warmth of your canopy of leaves
and I drink your sap and sing the songs
of birds that sleep inside your lungs
and all is good
believe it.
you are a single life
so bountiful and pleasant to the heart
that I believe in life eternal
and wish it to be so
whenever you stand before me
your presence always felt
in the blushing of the sky
and in the tears it sheds
believe it.
believe it, for it so.

we are surrounded by columns of cement
each tied with electrical lines
that speak in ancient tongues
and beneath us, there are flowing cables
passing between roots and hyphae
they chant our names

bless the wind that brings you a sickness
he only wishes to bring you a smell and a taste
of faraway lands and of faraway times
he wishes not to bring you this dread hiemal curse
only caress and embrace passers-by on his unending route
it is of love, not of hate that the wind makes it so
do not fault him, but bless him
the wind and his curse,
and love him for love is the only thing true
bless him, the traveler, leave a song in his current
and a kiss in his unending route
love and bless the wind that brings you such fine things as these
love and bless the wind and forgive his disease

Bequeath upon me, the harrows of night,
Let moonlight bring warmth to my eyes,
My callouses soft to your touch and your voice,
Let me rest in the bed of your heart.

O sorrows that come, in the leaving of sun,
Dissipate in your presence, return back to ash,
And the shade, come upon me, turns into water,
And the oil in my veins returns back to blood.

Bequeath upon me, your eyes' loving embrace,
And I swear to turn blind to your unloving heart,
I shall rest in your roots and bathe in your tar,
Condemn and absolve me in the night that we lay.

O ember brings fire, that comes with the moon,
Let it burn, let it rage, let it ravage these fields,
With a primitive passion, for it is all that remains,
In the cold and the dark, before coming of day.

Bequeath upon me, a kiss that will bring
Love and destruction to my feeble skin
It is time to regress and collapse in the dust
Let the sea wash over our future that never was.