I’ve come to meet you here, in some sacred place to be here alone with you
beautiful waker: luke deep eyes opening to the moonlight awake - But not alone because I sit with you beneath the thousand gazes of stars I hold you close with my ears this golden hour )))) between )))) trees, throwing your voice with the crickets
waiting for the space between us to throw it back - Individual, but never separate at the smallest level of things, sharing together the energy of multicolored levels
- and we remember, making our way through the dark: - this world is unforgiving and we were wild and alive,
in this place I have known you always - In this place, I keep for you The secret of the leaves
We are not alone in our despondent footsteps toward a truer North but, I will help pave a path for you and your losses
unfold the pages I had folded kiss a bruise underneath my hand relax with disappointed youth onto another and tell me, that you don’t enjoy being lost inside all that passes
it is here, this sacred place we throw our burning hearts into the empty creekside and we build better homes at the roots of trees
the sky is no longer surrounding us the birds look to one another to retreat home we both put things in our pocket without noticing the other a low roar of emptiness from one point to another in the distance it is clear that all you know is relevant and I say, to myself, these things, and you say to yourself, these things no one else could know
and you would say; out loud
“I loved him”. and I would kiss the silence that came after because I still love too
fever in your honesty, pulling teeth from the names you carry woven in your clothes
I sit alone with you spreading the silence that reaches from our toes outward into the dark
The first few stanzas were written side by side in a forest with Lee Turpin. The rest, I finished