Last Arpeggios

Last Arpeggios Mar 2014

To be young with you,

(to hug with rusty elbows, screeching
beneath damp spring attire
from a hundred and seven seasons ago
to untangle the wrinkles of regret
that distorted our smiles
and rearrange our faces into hymns
for the lives we didn’t live
In the midst of it all: the comfort
of rediscovering
the shyness behind your ears)

To be young with you.

Last Arpeggios Jan 2014

The edge of loneliness

Sleeping
in the lap of a *****
where wind promises
threats of silence,
kindly attracting my hair
to the steep
abyss:
A life-long longing
to fall into
a basin of nothing.

My feet blister, bragging
wounds of having walked
-liars.
they’re just grazes
from the bricks in my boots,
sculpting my body on the edge.
Without wind
I could climb bare-feet
but I’m out of breath
and the corners of my eyes
are already falling
down

Last Arpeggios Dec 2013

Winter skin

You come home on this day
and I taste the moist
of this afternoon’s snow, dying
in your hands
I won’t ask you if the cold
pressed your throat
till you breathed out
the ghosts you hid
Because I know:
you grew scales on your shoulder blades
but winter still nested
its crystals, cradling in your eyebrows
Even so, there are carols
in the shimmer between
your lashes

You are the most beautiful
when you sing

Last Arpeggios Oct 2013

Play

Our eyes met,
radiating – tying our mouths into
grins, full of secrets
being silently shared, like adults
like children; We are only young
when we remember how to get drunk
on the joy
of each other’s chins, spilled
from the youth
in stretching our cheeks too hard,
We are only young
when we remember we are.

Last Arpeggios Aug 2013

You're raining all the time

He said
You talk with
roofs on our shoulders,
I know, you forgot
that brick houses
have doors.
there’s a crack,
somewhere,
but you’ve glued it with
mascara
There’s no point in roofs
if your house is already filled with water
He asked
Are you scared
if you allow it to flow
your house will turn out to be
empty?
Didn’t you know
you’re already raining all the time,,

Last Arpeggios Apr 2013

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When she breaks you
into
shards
on your skin
wrap yourself in me
I will house you
for the cold
she leaves behind
And when your arms heal
into wings
that drift back on spring wind
I will sleep
till next winter.

Last Arpeggios Apr 2013

Trail

Waiting for a train
of life
or

Deafening steel rattling by;
sighing life into
my seasonless skirt
“Take me with you”
it seems to say
as it lingers
Yet it always returns
to cover the gravity
that tightens my calves,
that ties my heels
to the ground of the empty station

Waiting for a train
of life
or