blinded by sunlight
in touch with nighttime’s wisdom
if you feel it then let it rock you
until you are broken open
by the melody so haunting
like ghosts in the afternoon
upon the banks of that lonely river
i swim for miles
and reach the shore by your house
if you are home
you never let me know it
still i walk the shoreline
and seek the peace of invisibility
as the hunting of the gulls
transforms my tiredness
into liberation
our situation is comical
shrouded in mystery
the evidence lingers upon our skin
we are guilty of the crimes of love
keeper of the drum’s heartbeat
imperceptible and clean as a whistling ******
sleep over my house tonight
and run your fingers through my hair
beauty doesn’t dare respect your boundaries
she transgresses the whole set of rules
and purposefully rubs your face in her superiority
i am bundled like a pile of logs
ready for the fireplace
green as the waves
if you wish to complain go somewhere else
you say there are no more unicorns
but i saw one yesterday
for real or was it a dream
its hard to tell these days
the blending of the firmament
keeps us in our respective cages
as the stages of meditation
state that its a liability
to attempt to know too much
so i avoid responsibility
and you avoid my touch
we can never get enough
of what we don't have
or what we don't need
so bleed on me now
and let it run down my legs
over the couch and onto the floor
a crust will form
around the edges of our skin
this furniture is limitless
and still i am in bliss within your reason
when you touched me i transformed into the dawn and became the warmth
that dared turned ice to water
and melted the frozen thorns of winter