I spent today reeling you in.
                     threads of your silk love
fluttered through the air  
                     like broken, escaped spider webs

                                                  how can you be at once everywhere and nowhere?
                                                        ­            on an old voyage moment
                                                        yo­u rebuked me:
            “You’re looking with the wrong eyes,
my dear”
              But my eyes don’t dart differently.

                            I sit with the innumerable knots of your
                                                                ­         miscellaneous elations.
                                                       I sift for the ends to start
                                    unraveling, adapting
                         but maybe you are just one continuous
Idea

             as lo
ng as we’
     re
tan
         gled,

                              Bind
                the­ fibers of my physical being
                              catch
                   ­       the flapping petals
                                         falling from my
          composed mannerisms

                      stitch
                 your whimsy
                                          into each atom
                                     of my salient figure-

fuse your feathered fabric
into my most raw elements.

                               My life is a matted disarray
                                  of your truest notions-

A yarn Mount choreographed from
the diminutive strands
of your blinking captured freedom

                                    I spent today reeling you in-

So- entwine me, Love,
net me forever, Sweet,
my dearest jumble to disentangle

Orange
simplicity
or
fiery
and
passionate

Yellow
serene
or
excited delight

Blue
        Green
                   Red
                          Black
                             ­      Pink
What's your perception of the colors that surround our world?

do not let yourself be drowned
by the absent-filled memory of a lie
smile, like a blooming flower
inviting in the sun
as if every consuming lie
is erased by each ray of sunlight
as if every gust of wind
pulling at your petals does not destroy
but builds strength
as if the rain purifies your heart
and the earth beneath your feet
allows its roots to seep in
and pull the pieces of you back together

So much condescension filling up their eyes
Quick! Look away before she sees
Accidental moments quickly ruin lives
Block her out, shun the diseased

We are outcasts amongst the proud
Their naïve minds too simple to see
The physical too insufficient to **** their doubt
Watch her fall and melt to her knees

She is damaged, feed her to the beast!
The blood hungry demon desires his next meal
Burn her! Cut her! Give our god his feast!
She’s unique and strong so, for this, ideal

Rubies rain to a flesh filled ground
Feeding on her body tearing it to shreds
We sigh in relief as we hear her screaming sounds
No more conviction of the thing that we most dread
A hidden truth that resounds in our head
A hatred for her strength that has to go unsaid
An idea reflected in the life that she has led
That the strength to live free, sadly, in us, is dead

I'm choking on cotton
please get me some water!
I know what they're thinking
"we've finally got her!"
Don't feed me stupidity
I am not your goat
Stop forcing your fluff
down my ******* throat

On the beach at night alone,
As the old mother sways her to and fro, singing her husky song,
As I watch the bright stars shining—I think a thought of the clef of the universes, and of the future.

A vast similitude interlocks all,
All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets, comets, asteroids,
All the substances of the same, and all that is spiritual upon the same,
All distances of place, however wide,
All distances of time—all inanimate forms,
All Souls—all living bodies, though they be ever so different, or in different worlds,
All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes—the fishes, the brutes,
All men and women—me also;
All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages;
All identities that have existed, or may exist, on this globe, or any globe;
All lives and deaths—all of the past, present, future;
This vast similitude spans them, and always has spann’d, and shall forever span them, and compactly hold them, and enclose them.