This sacred blood is on fire
           to the point of boiling over
A divine pact between
            celestial realms
has been reached
In this ruined temple
a glow exists
just inside the doorway
if you delicately step
over that tender threshold
you will see it for the burning
        Yes, there is a heat rising.
Steamed in sacrifice
I pull back the hood of my anger
and pour it into the vessel
It is time for release
of the pent-up embers
          and jagged ribbons held in stubborn fists
I give it over
like gifts to a demon,
letting it drip from my fingers.
It is time to open up that pit of flames
        cool it with turquoise and violet
I look up
through the strands of time
to witness the pulses of magic
               That inner life force
has been re-kindled, gently
not in the clenched jaws of anger
           but in the wispy trance of joy      
As the stars commune above me,
I am on another sort of constellation
tripping over planets undiscovered
             watching them burst from the stars
There is no known language for this
                only soft-tipped nuance
Words as yet undefined
trip over my tongue
in tiny bits of turbulence
as I am swept up
in the current
             No stopping me now.
I dive into a long-awaited ocean
where I am lit up from within,
flowing over in gratitude
Deep inside
an incandescent glow
blooms
in what was once
a void

the words are water
and they flow,
and they flow,
and they flow,
and they also             get clogged.

the days where
imagination swirls in your head
and there's a nonstop thrum of a drum resting inside
because your mouth is shut,
unable to puke it out,
and the days where
your hands are dry,
pens inkless;

the days where you feel dead,
the days where you

It's inevitable... I'll always find you
I find you in every love song that comes on the radio
And every time I see a sunflower
I find you when snowflakes fall from the sky
And every time I see a Superman logo
I find you when I'm walking through a crowd, and I think I see your face,
And for a moment, my heart is out of my chest
I find you at every 'perfect photo' spot, because I know how thrilled you would be to capture that moment
And I find you in every dream I dream,
Dreams of our future, our life
I will never not find you my love,
I will never not find you

I could not blame him for his fool heart,
Not his love for me nor his parting
That he write me in good spirits or low.

Finding no fault in his intentions,
I suppose I'm content to let him,

We are but two rivers on opposite courses
If we have the same origin, or deposit,
I do not claim to know

I could no more blame him for his fool heart,
Than blame myself for mine.

My love
My soul
She's a dove
Her beauty it stole
Attention
Her soul brang
Compassion
Understanding me would be hard
Cause my souls felt so chard
Her eyes opened my mind
Something I truly couldn't find
It's hard to believe
That's she would retrieve
My broken heart
So torn apart
With fear of the darkness
You brought the light
The light princess
Sent to make things right
It's funny you see
Cause that's only to me
She sees herself quite dark
But the truth is what I see
What she holds on the outside is only bark
When our souls meet I feel the fire
Truly this is how love would conspire
From broken souls mended
Souls no longer pretended
Our hearts and souls
Now ours to grow
Our garden of flow

There is a couch and it is where I fall.
My seventeen year-old legs,
bandaged with bumblebee knee socks,
arch like ****** pink lawn-flamingo joints.
Crookedness meets at
cigarette skin thighs: grape-kiss fingerprints,
like mental leprosy, projected.
My eyes meet at where fingers told me to stay
and where the knuckles followed.

Acorn ***** hair sleeps in a tuft,
woken by the brush of a thirty-three year-old soccer coach.

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My Vans grip sandpaper tape,
preceding clicks: sliding up and down,
like graduation day maternal comfort,
like dirt-under-the-fingernails *******.
Clicking wheels, sound waves
smacking across asphalt jungle.
Sounds escaping and reminding me
of how I'll never.

I'm not in love --  not sure if I can,
be affectionate towards the things
I don't understand.

I'm not in love -- even if I could,
I don't think I'd care like I should.

your smile,
your scent,
your eyes,
and the way they wrinkle at the sides.

your chest,
your face,
your hands,
that love to hold mine.

your charm,
your laugh,
your shy moments
that make me giggle

your tears,
your anger,
your fears
that no one else has seen.

your love,
your voice,
your touch
is what i live for.

your nose,
your lips,
your waist
that i put my arms around.

your tongue,
your mind,
your soul
that i love every inch of.

your hair,
your clothes,
your heart
that i hold so dearly
next to mine.