I spin universes like you, everyday.

Like spiderwebs made from clay,

spirit, and star dust

pressed and stretched out for trust.

A strength to hold up your space

left  hollow and ringing

to recreate your traces

with swallows for singing

and give me something

to fill up with honesty

because honestly

I'm building myself up

with the way your kiss

can spin universes inside me.

One step missed to guide me

to balance in our moving.

One more chance for proving

that my heart is measured;

no pressure, and reassured

that nothing has felt so right in so long.

Lost in my meaning,

my essence,

my song.

Sing to me gorgeous, soft and strong.

With black hole notes

meant for pulling my light towards you

and for you

so we can see where we belong.

At least until we don't.

We build bridges.

Like links of hope

between strangers

who wish to have known each other better.

Like ways to write a letter

even if we are lost out and within the sea

when she is not so calm.

Waves break against my edges.

Solid, crash filled, and lighter than none.

When the stillness is all we are after

I clutch to the shipwrecks we made;

shifting through memories

and trying to find anything that still matters

left floating on these scattered life raft tatters.


Way out, away from the centering moon

I call to you

between dark waves and

stretched out in all ways and directions

with every bit of space for breath I have

just to see if you will long for me;

bent breaths with loose lungs expand and

Call to me, just to tell me,

“I Love you too."

Because that’s all it takes to pull me through

the icy shadows that lunge for me.

Part the space between the waves and run for me

so that I can watch the sunset

ignite spirit and burst fire in your eyes;

a cosmic light to burn through the lies.

Again for the last time.

Until the next time

you come home to my lips

and the way they crash waves with yours.

Enough that we build bridges

to find our way back to the shores

that made us wish so much for the ocean.


Right now,

I’m acknowledging the fact that

I may be just some dock that your heart can find home in for a little while.

While you’re in the gravity of my soul

Like the tides our lips pull together.

Far away from forever,

but I know it for a measure,

in your cyclical return...

I granted you a couple of more steps than I thought I should.

Measured out in open ended questions

that define the distance between each step across the ground beneath you.

Wishing I had enough strength to keep you, I run.

Far for darkness and strung out on broken memories,

I hold self doubt like slaughter house cuts left festering;

spite filled infections lessening the will I have to go on.

Like this, I know you too well.

And like this I sink in the wells I dug for your endless love.

Not so endless after all.

But the fall…

was much farther than expected and harsher than I had hoped.

So I sing songs for ravens

hoping they turn into crows.

Death crows crowing so that death can find me.



“Death crows crowing so that death can find me.

Long lost negative breath inside me

Shaped to fit the curve of my crying

lungs as they collapse in from rotting.



Dark light of life take what you’ve given me.

Collect the space between my lungs and split me

from my center stillness and let me be free

and know the release of this thing called breathing…”



Oh, the weightlessness of forgetting that burden

is first even to the solace I've found in your departure

and the hope that I will continue to find Love after death.

I join the stillness that you have yet to discover

as I find all that I have ever needed in whispers of my own heart.

Pulsing its poundings long after my chest has withered away.

No one pulls those glasses off like you do.

Like gilding the artificial lily that is already beautiful

Well crafted and renowned for way it haunts you;

In the best of ways.

On your worst of days,

Makes you remember that everything is okay

Long enough to make you smile for no reason.

To realize you’re still breathin

Outwards and in

Again and again.

Because I tend to lose breath to ways I wish to kiss you

With no direction except for losing myself deeper in you.

Through your tissue.

Down to your bone

Where the sleeping stars of our love call home.

A place we can finally be alone.

One.

In Love.

I am one

Among the many.

Undivided and safe

Within the body of our Lord; Love.

Unsure, I call to Him.

My Mother’s hand rests on my shoulder

And in timeless wisdom answers

Before the words rise from my lips.

They whisper…



“I AM and We are One.

The battles lost

Have just yet to be won.

Because we are alone

Within My breath.

The spiraled steps

Led to this

Conspicuous revelation

Of isolation

And the wholeness

Of this sort of unity.”



Truly explicit All-ness

Radiates from me.

Transmutes me.

And dissolves the

Only thing left between

These dreams and reality.

As I see

The beauty of meeting

A perfectly familiar stranger.

Reflected in them

as they are within me.

Slight winds carry me,

heavy in wet shadows.

Held up for release from endless wonder;

a curiousity fit for uncertain kings

and vast lands left behind in times unconquered.

Too haunted and self conscious by an inward reconoscence.

Starving for the enlightenment on the edge of a tongue.

many steps behind the one, ever present, now.

Reflective and stung by the prisons I've built within myself.



So what of this darkness?

Its harshnes left on the beat of a heart

and this indescribable longing for the part

I play in purpose.

I know it's all worth it

So reveal it to me.

You don't even owe it to me sweetly.

Only briefly if you want, and beyond harshly if you must.

But know that I'll have it honestly and with trust

that we can make the most of this open-ness

Between us that we should never have forgotten.

But the journey is strung with memories reclaimed.

A sense of wholeness through loss

Lost bits of who we used to be

but choose to forgive and have forgotten.

Relieved of their duties and refusing

to give purchase on who we are now.



Here.

One among the many.

Silencing our voice to the hum of our unity.

Know that I would love you.

Each and every one unconditionally.

Yet out of necessity dependent on truth.