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8h · 39
sharpsmooth
matt r 8h
folded,sharpsmoothly,
,cross My spinal range

I'm as belonging to Her
as My shape is strange
8h · 24
holy(ing)
matt r 8h
her gilded grooves,i
left on Your neck.

dipping a body in
magnificence(holying

names of women)& She
is richer than she,,,
8h · 35
cirrus
matt r 8h
there's magpies everywhere
,do You see them     scaling
the laddering cirrus clouds

She breathes deeply ,blows
feathers 'cross the horizon
,today we will fly the same
matt r 1d
my neck wants the
raw wind?    bitter

,biting cool&swallow
ing whole      yet,so
the flavour of winter
1d · 25
macrocovet
matt r 1d
do not breathe,in
reflection of the
pulsing macrocosm,

'stead covet her
bending form. she
is not,but living
matt r 2d
throw the slowing force
       ,spin&dive,loose
in a falling way.       You
must let Me go. centre
Me into cosmos & I will
drift on to another love.

please,please let me go
2d · 46
in pixiefields,
matt r 2d
obtain,Gardengirl,
& plant me
        

              deep
er
    than ananemone

(days wilt like U)

sunshine,midjuly,
will bide his time

(& when pixies
        ,braiding
with his light,
parade  in cars of
golden bluegreen)

then   i will wake
a perfect Rootboy,

&     ,I will expand
under every love (
but Urs) & nurture
foreverness,always
2d · 29
negative tension
matt r 2d
palmed into her mouth as she
was the sun
    
  O                      swallowing

the texture of recursive ***


'there is no tension      o
here', any more.      

0                                 space
                           is colder than
the interlinking of    'spheres
3d · 27
(instrumental)
matt r 3d
she stood,playing
the crossword
    like her great
        double bass,
& i wondered
what would get
   tired first ,,,
        her feet or
            her head
matt r 3d
my dad's wedding ring around
my neck    i press it to my lips

imbued,not half,with promise

           love is a cool gold band
matt r 3d
discarded cigarette packet,wet
&mulchy,lines up the morning

no smoking ecstasy in store,fog
descends    reduces all to atoms
matt r 3d
inside wetwarm purity
is a slow release,a growing
curve undecadent,,

   excellent

                          , in Its
                         thieving
                         guttural
                        pleasure,

selfishly stalking Her spinal
arch  
      
         (itself,reduced
          to waveform)

~~~ ~ ~~  ~ ~   ~   ~ ~~ ~ ~~~~~

Her
undecadence spills    &
washes

supple.rolling.landscapes

til we are unclean with Her
'ness
        
               sweet
               nectar,
               Her'ness
like 'i Saw in Her eyes'
matt r 4d
(puppets passion like
fruit falls) strikes.

it is new,cushioned
as softness but carries
airs of bruising

..not bruising,overripeness,
& it is as sweet as wanting
love,something else entirely.
4d · 23
l'aero
matt r 4d
touch love
,softsoap into breathing
the same feathering air.
bleeting new calflove

,touch,,fall
into it & roll with
love's drunk punches
,commands more glancing..

eyes, are blue
,& love is tall,
wears red & shoes lifts
e,namour amour
5d · 85
le chat noir
matt r 5d
i am weary of the
longing;     the black
cat blinksslow.    i
am tired of the loving
,loving take me home
5d · 37
kravitz
matt r 5d
coooool me down, cats. its two
ay em & im thinking of You.

its funny,really(You're so done).
You're so done & yet You're like

watercolour. persistent in Your
always breathesome manoeuver,

You should be,by universal right,
here. it ain't over til its over.
6d · 11
le metro
matt r 6d
she tilted'yes', with love
in her eyes. the rattling

experience of time spent
together?forever. who is

the authority on love;he
wears a belt&tickets hope
6d · 37
la seine
matt r 6d
she picked up her plastick heart
,fingered the edge of love &

swept.   the aspect of the man
,read poetry,acted soft. we are

all,, so soft. the dusktime settles
into our cheeks; le soir rouge.
7d · 107
naïve envious
matt r 7d
naïveenvious,queasy
like aurora comes

plants her many dream
like feet into earth/I

**** up raw life,a funny
little biological straw
matt r 7d
flat,on the grand scale of things,
where confidence boys chinupwalk

way into her hearts(trying anyway).
i am not rocking,   metaphysically

still,  my mood swims on the ceiling
,doing its funny little backstroke.
matt r 7d
a sliver of the moon
.rub starry lather
  'cross      hotwax
formations,rivets
in exploratory
          'fections.
textured lovin' is
a spacewalk,baby
Jul 15 · 45
a brutal thing,to want
matt r Jul 15
love is the unkind thing
(purposeful & exacting)
,yit its wide arms hold
(truth in abundance,&)
me,to rub away the sore

things ,peel out under
(eyes,chin,sternum,waist&)
bedsheets,so it is always
(drawing out sweat,you are)
close to me. a hurting thing.
Jul 15 · 19
dread of Love.
matt r Jul 15
who are You,really,in Your
  mythical beauty?
who are You really to              pin
                                             ­      twist
real pain    inside of Me?

"just a Girl",driftinglikejune,
  & I am so               (un)lucky to
have sewn My (stupid)  gaze
           in this            (mis)fortune.

commit Myself completely
  to the dread of    Love.       I am
feeling so hurt&sorry               , I
am so soft&melancholy.   growup.
Jul 14 · 22
gentle,fin,gering
matt r Jul 14
keep up                 ,Hope.
do I pray,nearly for      You,
,
,Yes         like         the crying of
                         cupids
        & the  gentle,fin,gering
                               ofthe  lyre
matt r Jul 14
second chance at        ?
                                    what
this                 ­               ?
this       unloving of Kizmitism

?no,   I think I would rather
                                     .    sip up
  the Pain   ,directly from
         the Pool itsself

You have lost Me in the Water

& that is       living like a Wave
                                   returning
into & into & into Itsself
                         ...       returning
into You & You & You
Jul 14 · 40
utter unblueness
matt r Jul 14
utter unblueness, cursing
my outward future
                                  i am
falling.        roundacircle

(into & into & into myself)

slowing,gravitate wards
  dizzing perplexity
& enjoy it,oh so deeply,

i am god's hopeless agent
Jul 14 · 3
(blueing of the moon)
matt r Jul 14
i am growing into this
               cobalt
               speed way,,
   as if dipping limbs
           , silvering,
never seem to end
Jul 12 · 94
starlight
matt r Jul 12
do not kiss his waning cheek
,like starlight tempts        a
reckless fishhook          ,no.

kiss Me,     & lie entangled
in      diffusing light of
galaxy. it warms your neck,

(& My hand), drawing vincent's
starry night   til you are asleep
in the cradle of love's creation.
Jul 12 · 42
favourite
matt r Jul 12
reading the morning like
a broadsheet newspaper
,i opened a page of poetry;

'my favourite' She wrote. a
note i think She left for me.
i dropped the poem to see

how pretty You flourish Your
e's. the careful touch, not
quite a movie kiss, lighter

& grazing the page with love.
'my favourite' dogeared one
i set for You, 'the private view'.
peter bennet - the private view
*as if in a film by eric rohmer*
Jul 11 · 20
sweetpea
matt r Jul 11
the firstly buttered lick of
  'who do i share this with?'
i am here,boasting my yard,
& the sun is warming her
   with tenderness.

She could set my soul free.
with Her finger, tilt
back my head til i loosen
         in a solar jacuzzi.
She could warm me too.
Jul 10 · 41
raze
matt r Jul 10
raze          the dead
flowers&grass cuttings.
the beetles walk around
all funny;owed some
new lease of life i think.
Jul 9 · 59
pine
matt r Jul 9
& now You are gone, as
moonlight was ever there,

& it is all so expansive.
loves swelling undercurrent.
Jul 9 · 56
olive
matt r Jul 9
little Magpie, dancing your rooftop
waltz. your wingtips catch my eye

,into dizzy love, & i see one
thousand two of a kinds.
this kinda reads too clunky idk im too ****** to tell.
Jul 8
rockskim
matt r Jul 8
you fingered the rock,"watch
this" 'd & threw it lochward.

it swam weird; no splash or
seam in the wave. how many

little things slip through her,
when she folds as she does?
Jul 8
dogfalls
matt r Jul 8
the rocks dripping. one two
one to polyrhythmic bliss

how boring would it be to
fall together, We wash ov  e  
                                                   r
I said I'd stop writing about You. You said You'd stop reading 'em. I wonder if You'll ever know.
Jul 8
pinkscape
matt r Jul 8
like violins played My hair
,it could never be so easy;

,hills would sooner be pink,
than You 'ld see 'em with Me.
Jul 5 · 65
gasoline
matt r Jul 5
aliving,hardfast
  careening hope
       slipped&lit
the fuse of love

   I hoped it was
You,I
 clung on   til
it was just a rag
Jul 4 · 47
beam,to Me
matt r Jul 4
tonight, You glanced off
the wall like a suggestion;

just headlights, though. I
see You in everything.
Jul 4 · 57
godlost
matt r Jul 4
water,sputtering pathetics
like     a godlost priest.

the cool stone floor
feel,on my floridmost cheek.
Jul 2
re embering
matt r Jul 2
years ago My Mam made
Me a blanket.  Her fingers
wrought realisation from
the present,       & I sit
beneath That every day.

I imagine burning It     ,
corner to corner, to a
web of sparking reality;
a web of every    little
two-headed         Lamb.

I read It, I cry&read It
again, become fraught
with unbecoming. every
Lamb saw twice as many
stars, &so I see it too.

this morning I sought
the centre,    turned one
million holes        to one,
& channelled everything
to   My own experience.
ode to 'the two-head calf' by laura gilpin.
Jun 30 · 26
grey,white
matt r Jun 30
I find Myself
  in Him, in the
    way I say
   "I like this."
I find Myself
         becoming
like the lapping
yearsome waves.

He is someone
    it's worth being,
My always there,
  My mate.    
                   & I
listen to His music
  & tap the way He
    always has.

it is something
     to find some
white on me; the
   firstly sign
of aging.       it is
something else
    to be Him,My
old man is here.
Jun 24 · 68
utopia
matt r Jun 24
where,honey &lemon
  is replacing the
flowersome air,where
the sea is not half
   as sugary as

all the little somethings
       (I want all the
  little somethings)
,but nothing & nothing
   is what I,ve found.

is relief grown
in riverbeds,where   is
  content & her litter
of reminders that,'every
thing    will be   okay?

one of My
       little somethings
,to Me,       shows I am
okay, on board&sailing
           for utopia.
matt r Jun 17
,a friend told me. she was
in love once, & since felt
the knife slide right through
her. so love is just a stomach
ache, then. love is the uneat
-ing unsleeping thing inside.
love is magic, it is so much
like pixie dust; try & hold it

,i told her. feel its ridges
& folded edges. feel its
amorphous underbelly & tell
it that it doesn't hurt like
you. tell me you see purple
in a deeper hue, and that
blanket weight on your collar
bones is heavier than mine.

i'd love for it to be not love.
i'd love to have an hour of
eating & sleeping where i am
not imagining sharing it with
You. do You think of me, too?
what it might be is not love,
what it might be is a stomach
ache, what it might be is over

soon, what it might be is never.
matt r Jun 13
i finally saw two magpies
for the first time
                   since february
(they were resting on
                         a signpost
then, it was valentine's day)

i wrote 'happy valentine's j x'
     & imagined you florid
(it was calflove&sweet
       & it only grew stronger)

letters, dried flowers, poems
          i wrote for You
(We were kizmit,to be,
           i always wanted You)

i gave You everything i had
   ,all but kissing sense,
(i wish i did, your lips
    were all love ever meant)

i finally saw two magpies
  You have a love, i don't,
but i have finally seen joy
        & You will see me float
Jun 13 · 100
radio heart
matt r Jun 13
yesterday My pin fell off,
        'radio heart'
it said,so yellow&bubbly.

I said it was a sign, I said
  My universe
is spinning me out&out into

a waltz & I cannot keep up.
     the music,
it's all a little too loud

& You move a little too fast,
             My dear.
You move a little too swift

& collapse into a twirling
     eidolon, falling
right through My fingers.
more on amor fati, kinda. the other side of the coin.
Jun 12 · 92
amor fati
matt r Jun 12
(this love of fate is true)

You, My chimera, were
          so woven into
      this rippling fabric
I wore as a man
  in love

& fate, She is more
than haute couture; She
   is a pair of jeans worn
,torn & patched up well.
         She is timeless in

living&walking, knowing
   I gave it all       to You.
My kizmit,   You gave Me
new    heartache, which
       I will plant, & reap

                            amor fati.
i've written a lot about love and fate. to me, they are two of life's surest things. they are everywhere & they are sweet. growth, another sure thing, is hard, but it's through growth that i have learned that i love You.

amor fati is a double-edged sword, though, so let love, fate & growth teach me that, although i love You, You are not mine to love. & that is okay.
Jun 11 · 215
We were outside,You
matt r Jun 11
closed your eyes & I imagined
how You felt;  the itch of the sun,
the thirsty breeze & My sating gaze

You looked so beautiful  ,  then  ,
quenched by    love & wanting,
flowered&budding a new meaning
of what it is to just Be,so perfectly
Jun 10 · 88
dieselman
matt r Jun 10
reflection spits
off the road
like venom

(all this happened
under slurred
red murmur        )
matt r Jun 7
vashti bunyan, i am rocked/
/fluting free to Her melody

You put the kiss in kismetly,
it is My reassurance of fate/
/destiny/She's/loves always
for                                      Me,
"a bit of a weird rhyme but **** it"
matt r Jun 7
arthur russell, falling in sea
soundscape//spacelike in 4D

I ask You,please,fall into Me
& pluck at my heart like a cello
Please,in C,fall into Love & Me
another weird rhyme

the one before this, '******,&listening,to Her/She', is under review for copyright for some reason. that *****
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