You went away, and I followed behind,
On mountains you shone like a star.
I couldn't lose you; you were stuck in my mind 

You were always too close and too far

All water flows
towards the sea, they say
I think what happens when I cry
Is that I would like to be washed away
.
Ice melts beneath the heat of my flesh
Life giving water drips
From my eyes to my hands
To my finger tips
And to the sea
.
Snow melts
To soften and nourish the earth
And leave tender spaces
For the young things to bloom
...
The heat of my passions cool
Like mist in the trees, it settles
On my skin
Mischievous and solemn -
spirits beckon me, they tug on my clothes
To dance, or die..

I've been washed away

It rained today,
The first rain in forever.
It smelled nice;
A great wet sigh of relief

I didn't miss it until today-
When the raw thunder rolled over my back
When the crisp grass softened
And mists poured thickly through the rippling trees
I love and I loathe
The endless rolling days of grey
That pulls over the sky like white sheets
Tucking us in to the earth; soft and small and damp and sweet

But maybe tonight, the pattering tap
Will pull me so softly
To sleep

But the quiet coverage of night takes her prize
Torn from your childlike heart are the comfortable distractions that kept you from being
Alone
The velvet cover muffles your cries to silence
Without even the satisfaction of an echo, or soothing drone
To fill your frame, instead,
your mind within your corpse lay prone

We choose
Until our choices
Make us

Your Name rests on my tongue
with the same weight

  As the immense anticipatory pause between each breath;

  Between filling my being and being left empty as death

In the future
When I hold love around me like a cocoon
And it unbecomes my being -
I hope I remember you
Even as my wings unfurl from under my skin,
As I take my first breaths
And fly

Rest my dear
Allow your body to fade into the night.
The cruel light of day demands sacrifice
And offers no respite
Until the dusk places her softest kisses
As she takes you in her arms
And allows your burden to rest
She knows you did your best
And sends you into a land where
darkness will unbecome your being
for a while,
As a gift

Free from the pain of production,
From the pain of being perceived
For the stains of your actions muddy and meld
Into the darkness's deepening kiss
.

The darkness has always been that gentle softness to embrace and soothe my worn heart, oft burned from ravages of daylight

Soothing and sweet, you hold more than any eye could comprehend

But possibly, the depths to which
My heart will extend

I suffered a quiet death
And in its quietness I was left
Filled with the sensations of
Displacement and non-existence

I graduated alone in a small room
From where I have now been evicted
All my cumulations of efforts
Have crumbled, unremarked, into dust

My sandcastles have been swallowed quietly by the ocean
And I, their queen, drown with them

And now when I scream
I no longer have the satisfaction of an echo,
Nor of any sound at all

Love in a mist
Tiptoe through shadow
Unuseful mystery-
Useful mystery;
Unuseful clarity

It kept building, in the way all things do
Like a rising crescendo.
It took one and half years to break me:
The distance, the disease,
The divorce
The accumulation of pennies in my jar,
One for each heartbreak
I am become afraid of my own kitchen,
Of too many noises
Of trusting things I thought were mine,
My stability crumbles on sandy foundations
The tighter I hold, the greater the cold.
Its not within me yet,
but the many lashed open wounds
Might yet grant entry
To fill the warm spaces that were emptied
A bloodless, blood loss eviction
I write this to stand guard
Against new tennants

And I am afraid
They may have already arrived
Or perhaps
They never left

Bite my tongue to pieces,
I smile behind bloodred lips ,
Does the sweet scarlet curve entice you, my love?
My gold light under your cold sight eclipsed,
.
Have I made myself palatable enough
To be consumed?
Or does my bleeding flesh pollute, too pungent and sour
For the likes of your gluttonous love to devour

I don't know how to end it but I love a new start,
Devoted and lost, homelessness of the heart

Each day builds upon each other
Wiping clean and making new the same
Soft leather, creased from touch
Each breath overlaps, makes no demands

Life is like a great glass marble,
changing hands

I feel the change in season
Like the catch of breath in my throat
Like dancers with sweat hot on their skin,
Like the subtle softening from heat to sin

The kitchen table is an altar
To the only god I've ever known
When I fail and when I falter
She makes my weariness feel like home

The stars linger this morning,

Caught frozen between grass blades

Uneager to relinquish the long night,

They shimmer brilliantly in the golden morning light

A Copse of trees stand tight
Huddled like frightened beasts against the cold of night,
Wild wolves in the wind snapping at their
bonelike limbs
The hunger of cold, biting and old
Thrum out like the very first hymns

The morning unfolds itself like a poem
First, a softening,
- realisation of cold -
And then,
        the promise of gold

The line of confused winter birds
Wash across the crisp blue sky
As the breaking line of a wave against the shore,
Pushing on, morning song
Flying as high as the day is long

Sunlight wrapped in chains of gold
The days are short, the nights are cold
Amid dark spots, dark thoughts, light rain
You use your sweetness to sour my name

A young woman hid, in a world long ago
A world full of hunger and greed
.
Asked,  "why do you hide?"
she answered, wide eyed,
"I dont want them to see how I bleed