One can only wrap oneself so much
With burdens and dark voids,
With stories and undivided attention
With pressure and fracture

One can only wrap oneself so much
So that the unwrapping takes longer to do
The slits and ends are difficult to find
And only by letting oneself to carry through the process

One can only wrap oneself so much
And only the wrappers show
So that one is completely deaf and blind temporarily
To the many ridiculous things waiting out there

One can only wrap oneself so much
In the end these wrappers will disperse, transform
Its aura only so unmoving as a goodbye,
Morphing into the unknown

It is only too easy to miss, too hard to follow

Eventually,
One will unite again with these wrappers
And they will only come back for more
So that one can wrap oneself with only too much
Until one can wrap no more

I was Numb on the first shot of your admiration
As the scar was fresh,  the trauma was there.
As I am lost, and I was going nowhere.
But the honest approach had bitten my inner self
So infectious that it ripped my beliefs,
Crossed the bounds of established myths.
Your care, The feeling I am raised,
Placed, hesitations aside to waste,
And the case was reversed and beautifully bared.
How I am honored, to feel a love like yours,
Heavenly and mystically redeemed,
A feeling that grows, Love that leaps and soars.
Should you ask me will this feeling understand and grow,
I don't know,  but I want to bind our paths crossed.
Should you care asking, would you stay in your place?
I'll let it be you, stay here,**for Always.

Reach behind
To a place
Where you can
Touch
The heart of a word
Before it ever was

You
Take me into
You

And now I gently pulse
Against the flesh
Of your language

An alabaster smile,
Silver streaks through her eyes.
Trapped in her line of sight,
And as it seems, only to her demise.

Enveloped in the leather fireside chair
              perfumed by burning pine logs
      their hiss and rustle a haunting melody
I talk to you
                    in silence
    words
            lit by the glow of flames
swaying in the rhythm of thoughts
      questions asked
               the future ahead
          and present
                   at each of your words
                               the flame of the candle
              moves
forming shapes
           creating shadows
     explanations of expressions
answers given
      but when I leave behind
                                          the oak desk
                  and book lined walls
I am alone once more
          the only question unanswered
                                     is why only there

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

No doubt about it,
the mountain cuckoo
is a crybaby.

When you look at me without
speaking like some doe-eyed
Guatemalan selling watermelons
on the corner of Forest Hill
and Military Trail, your
disbelief triggering in the hinges
of your jaw like a hairpin turn,
reaction time looming
as endlessly as a broken synthesizer,
I begin to need you, darling,
like the axe needs the turkey.

i hate this part
he rolls to his feet
slowly seeking and finding
in the dark his clothes
shoes, that pretty watch, the **** phone

he's going home
when he just made a nest
inside of me
when he just laid down
and rested for just a small **** while

why not longer, why not daybreak
sun coming up over your toes and into your nose
you warming your hands on my back
loving the feel of my legs brushing up
against your yawning form

why not ******
as you move toward the door
keys in hand
don't pull me in to kiss you
stay instead, play awhile longer

with me