entre un soplo
y poesía que llene
el cielo como estrellas
esta luna atascada

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between breath
and poetry that fills
the sky as stars
this moon, stuck.

first blossoms
of the cherry
winter's dream
awakened

breathless lingers
untwines
this tangle

dandelions pop
like flies
on the dead
scream for the sun
still clutched
in winter's grasp

listening
was
never part
of the
job

ever the blue sky
surrenders

my skin betrays me
what is not broken
cannot heal
and it has held me together
too well

each iterative
a lesson
to fail
gracefully

l i n g e r i n g
from the lips
a kiss

is
our
cliff

lips fold
embraces / slip
tangled
skin / bramble
limbs

misconstrued space
linear object-naivety
exudes this place
high-rise freeway three-dimensional waste

she catches sunshine
barefisted over gravel
joy bleeds from her seams

these foothills
rolling in pine and
grassland meadows,
where silvery lupine
follow the melting snow,
hint of the mountains to come
in spiny crags that
catch a cumulus pocked sky
cottonwood tufts rain
this day after solstice

the wind scrapes
these walls
taunts my bones
to dance bare
betwixt shadows
a waning moon
shares this
delight

fingers trace
along after

out not so early
running my gait
solitude in every
graveled step

>>> love[:pillory]

self weaning poetry

wrap your words
around my head love

it was those *******
stars
that made us break our
womb

emptiness
fills

your words
the wind
I am listening

hold your breath
love

I'm a hollow tree this night.
Defiant to the moon.
Bare.

Where is Spring in me?
Where the heart of these woods?

wooden coffee
6 oz styrofoam cup
splintered morning

what can I give
but love?
tears and anguish
have no currency
in the end
prayers cross to another realm beyond my scope
where ash and dust
wait
what can I give,
my friend?
what can I give?