cretaceous, conjoined,
petrified, spectres arborescent:
another family buried
together and bound
by the mineralizing quality of time.

like the tide, i will not hush
when your gravity
brings me to tow;

if my facets in movement
blinker too brightly
then like the tide

i feebly reflect
but your own
blinding albedo.

A thousand miles beyond this sun-steeped wall
   Somewhere the waves creep cool along the sand,
   The ebbing tide forsakes the listless land
With the old murmur, long and musical;
The windy waves mount up and curve and fall,
   And round the rocks the foam blows up like snow,—
   Tho’ I am inland far, I hear and know,
For I was born the sea’s eternal thrall.
I would that I were there and over me
   The cold insistence of the tide would roll,
   Quenching this burning thing men call the soul,—
Then with the ebbing I should drift and be
   Less than the smallest shell along the shoal,
Less than the sea-gulls calling to the sea.

I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea,
Borne up by each wave as it passes, drawn down by each wave that recedes;
I would empty my soul of the dreams that have gathered in me,
I would beat with your heart as it beats, I would follow your soul as it leads.

digital bedroom,
juvenile secrets whispered
'neath LCD sheets

and when you said
laughter is like a foreign language
i imagined that i was
teaching you how to
speak it