It's on our DNA encoded,
That we are, forever,
Beholden unto love.
For whenever we are falling
Its only love's grip that lifts us up.

Lots of words and maps are made from woven images
framed with our bones and tied with tendons as their ribbons

You are ecstasy banished from the self
Vanished from the world
And brandished as a sword
By children and poets who can't seem to help themselves

Maybe saline really is the solution to all our woes
The alkaline salinity in my nose
Helps me breathe and the blood reaches my toes
Salty and sweet the sun kisses your cheeks

Sometimes it feels like we are going somewhere
And sometimes I know that we're not

Sometimes it feels like we're heading somewhere
But most of the time i know that we're not

I Imagine Conversations Between Rimbaud and God...

Who are the cruel ones
And what have they done
Whatever will overtake you
In the end, Can only be called Love

Words are a kind of tirade against the darkness
Bless the day when there is nothing left to say

*it boils my bones and brings me to my knees
the throes of ecstasy shake me to the very core of my being
is this an allegory
or a bucket of sand exchanged for a sad story
or is it concrete
ready to become cemented against your skin
how fragile feelings are to begin with
its insidious really
how insipidly we deflect our shadow
get moving you finally screamed
but i could only laugh at your commands
for they held no more power
and all our fleeting moments fluttered like a rainstorm
love is never tired of giving its best

sweat for yesterday given upon the wind
our breathing grew labored and our souls did begin
to offer up their strength and make us capable
of feats of bravery so very savory
we pounded and pulsed and drove ourselves crazy
until one day you asked me if i was ready