somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

If our youth is subject to
the landscape of a ticking clock
You are the second hand
can't sit still even for a moment

How do things like you find an end?
Maybe in the space before another's beginning
or when a song meets it's crescendo

There is nothing sweet about it
even in salt's absence
I guess therefor life is without flavor
it's consumption only a necessity

Though the moon does not claim taste buds
water takes lives
youth will not fit between the cheeks
of you and I.

Orange sunlight on your skin
on your tongue the morning dew
I don’t know what to write about
I’m so full of you.

Soft soft grass on the soles of your feet
Giggles that bubble from your chest
God help me when you’re naked
I feel underdressed.

Laughter hollow cheeks red
“I wanna be drunk and forget the things she said”.
Darling your eyes are winter warm
And in this place your breath causes a storm.
But you’ve never been thunder
Your past more than just a blunder.
No one sees what you don’t show them.
Hesitant fingers on a tattered shirt hem
Thought running from who you used to be would fix this,
But there will always be things that belong to you,
Things you miss.
Thought forgetting it all would soothe you,
Though in forgetting you lost yourself, too.