infinite tears fall
swollen eyes stream broken dreams
lions lap their pools

When I’m gone, walk my dog on the beach in the early morning.  
Let him see me in the sunrise, feel me in the pulling tide, smell me in the salty winds.

fog on window panes blurs
the trees and faint sunlight
claws streaks down the
dilapidated couch where you
became a fixture of worship:
nights spent praying on knees
bruising for forgiveness. now
home is the potted plant
poking its head up towards
the sun; greeting him with
grace

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

deep under emerald green canopies
i hear the twigs snapping and leaves
crunching under your clumsy feet,
and i float away one hundred meters
from the tree that holds our hearts
in the bark, hurriedly engraved.

will you see me as a yellow dot flying
past the tree tops and mistake me
for a shooting star? or trail your gaze
to another beautiful place to escape?
the air has grown thick with smog that
blurs all sense of time and meaning, but
i’ll remember, by heart, the path to the tree
where you engraved yourself into me.

I thought if I could swallow the stars
I’d be as beautiful as the evening sky
I tried one night    with fireflies
They burned my throat
Their legs striking at soft flesh
But my skin did not glow
No moon crawled from my eye sockets
I was left with corpses in my stomach
I soon learned I would only ever be
A cemetery