Son of man,
you have eaten
too many seeds
and your hands are
crimson. Honeybush
cannot soak the salt
from your skin.

When I saw you lying
on the concrete,
I did not know
I had broken
you; shredded
talons, velvet
roots.

When he speaks of moths,
I know what he is thinking,
how in death they turn
to dust.

With you I am a burning
tree. I give you cherries
in the hope that I will stain
your fingers.

Your eyes have felt acid
rain. Your transparent
gazes soak my branches,
but my roots remain

parched. They fear the folds
of your skin, the power
of your steps
towards me.

What do I consist of without
you? What do I consist
of, when without you I turn
to dust.

you do not know
that the moon is yours*

if you have not yet realized
that the sun rises
with your breath and sets
with your calm,
let me wake you
before dew settles
on your tongue.

shadows paint your portrait
in the night. you watch the sky
with a furrowed brow.

if you do not know
that worlds rest in your hum,
let me go with you on your next
journey, and point to you
your powers.

when earth stains my knees
it tells me of your childhood.
let me take you to your past
in curling wood.

let me show you,
if you have not realized
I am the moon.

Your name was sung in the seagull's wings
that day.
But we did not hear it.
Instead she told me to stop looking
over the edge
for spots that could have held a body
in its last moments;
railings that might have felt the warm grip
of hesitation,
and the last release to flight.

We let ourselves forget, allowed
our eyes to jump with the dolphins below.
And we even forgot about your possibility
for a moment --
or perhaps just did not hear your last
glance to the sky.

Your silent jump convulsed our bodies,
but we did not feel it.
We did not feel
the gates clash with too much sorrow so that
some gold chipped off and lightly dusted
your convoluted shape
which winked up at us
and whispered of forgotten moments --
but they were carried away by the wind
and we did not hear it.

From our gated zenith above
your hole in the rocks,
all we could do was stare
and try and scream your name
but we did not know it.

in the single beam of light through the broken blind
dust drops and climbs on the breath of the sleeping,
resting on eyelashes covering rapidly dancing pupils
which see only you,
dripping in that early morning ray.

and still, in sleep,
the ache.

to love you,
oh,
to love you.

Your ****** terrain framed by grizzly
gristle
and the batting stalks that give glimpses
of the bright bear cubs held within

hide the warm sunken caves
in your cheeks.

But the soft woven cover that so
delicately protects you still whispers
"come."

"come hibernate in my jawline."

I give you every word I know,
and yet I still have none.

i will be your summer.
all the mornings, nights
and days to amuse you,
peruse you and toss you
through the breeze.

I will be your summer
the fog, the bliss,
the sweet stars
that kiss your eyes.
the heat that engulfs
your soft voice.

my mind begs you
don't find hobbies,
a job, things to do.
my embrace is open
waiting for you
my fingertips shouting
i will be yours

There are forces working
Too large for me to assimilate,
Recreate,
Dominate.

Time, merciless and determined
Flows quickly through the thick mud of memories
I am caught in.
I see the diamonds of moments time leaves behind.
Encased in their reflection
I stand.
Sticking to myself
While time dances.

A mad dance,
Grotesque and sinister to my pleading eyes,
Begging time to slow to a walk,
And to wander with me through memories.
Those dim and desired,
Blurred and Bright,
Lucid and Loathed.

Some are damaged,
Murky in picture,
But the feelings remain raw,
Fluid and forceful
Flowing in torrents both newly birthed and immutable.
It is clear now,
Time cannot ******* emotion,
And must chase it.
Tumbling on emotion's traces.

In evasion of time, emotion comes full circle.
Caught on the swift cataracts of emotions elusion,
I trip.
Stumbling once again,
Falling farther behind,
As I run after time.

It seems the world keeps spinning,
through hard times, painfully.
But when your world has reason,
it turns with new velocity.

I offer myself to you.

But you,
You'll leave me behind

Or I'll push you away,
From the pure, poisoned paranoia of my mind.

But,
I'll be better, higher, stronger
I'll move you
Prove to you.

I'll be that one you come back to.
That one you never lose.
Despite blues and fights
I'll wait through the night watching moonlight glint off closed eyes.

Closed eyes that see me,
Read my thoughts
Knead my mind
From every angle to find nothing better in this world than you

My heart aches
Encased in a cage of
Solid gold
Growing old with you.

You lock me in your eyes
Nothing to despise except the fact that your bangs keep me from the abductions of your
pupils.

No scruples, just trust
You must
Let my lust be love
Love above you and I

I try to reign it in to give to you,
but distance keeps me missing you.

Missing the looks
The walks
The only time spent in argument
Is trying to convince you
NOT to wait for me to fall asleep.
Your kindness hits too deep,
My heart leaps, too big for my chest

How can you just accept?
Accept the inevitable miles
Separating two minds of the same kind
You bind me constantly to your rich thoughts and words
Every whim brings me closer
I want to swim in you
Soak in you
Have you seep in every pore.
Give me more.
Send it to me
a letter to my soul.

Send your whole.
Bind your spirit with mine
Fill the hole only you can pervade
Your essence never fades.
Your love stained me permanent.

I don't say it
Every time we speak.
I don't tell you
That I try to feel your fingertips
Through the keys.
The only connection I'm left with.

You speak of the past.
Our past.
I join in.
Eager to relive any moment
That we cannot have now.

I bet you don't know that yesterday was March 19th.
7 months
Since I last saw you.
7 months.
Of missing sweet smiles
Red ringlets,
Natural laughter,
Wholehearted happiness,

And,
That thing that made you hesitate
That word you did not believe in
That word,
That you found only better ways to say.
You'd say it in your heartstrings,
The sheet music of your arteries,
The guitar picks of your fingertips.

Searing Passion

I'm burnt.

My heart has been hardened,
My mind has been mastered,
By the dead, swarming masses,
The concrete smothering the earth.
Where the leaves are all trampled
By the thousands of footsteps
That coerce me to follow
On the path to things mindless.
Where no mind is engaged,
Where eyes only look inward,
Vain introspect pickled,
Wrinkled in self-hatred.

To the hills my mind lingers.
To the sky my eyes wander.
To the past my heart aches.
I wait to see the dawn break.

although i sometimes feel at a loss for words
when i look into your eyes

when i put pen to paper i cannot sleep
for all your synonyms

i whispered
"i feel so close to you right now"
you said nothing.

but you licked my neck
and bit my ear
and i felt how good it was
to have you near.

my heart had known you all along,
but it had beat alone.
it waited, until we were grown,
gotten older, became one -
and kissed
beneath the cherry blossoms.

and now we are swimming
in a sea of blueberries
and my fingers are stained
with the essence of you.

forage me with the tendrils of your thoughts,
push into the orifices of my ideas,
fill gaps with liquid logic,
penetrate me with words,
and hold me close.

I've shown you more of my mind,
Than I've shown myself.
You accept it without question
And refuse apologies.
Well,
With all of my sincerity
I apologize.

I apologize
For my rampant mind
That cannot organize
The sweet nothings you whisper to me with your eyes.
Sometimes I find I cannot speak,
Weak in the heart
Beat in the knees
Curling into your arms
Whispering worship up your sleeves.

Please,
Do not think me weak,
Broken and beat
Because I undid the stitching's of my mind.
It was loose
At the seams.

Curious, how I began.
I hit the ground and there I ran.
Through memories both old and new.
I ran until I then saw you.

You pulled me down and held me near.
You whispered softly in my ear.
Of tender days I had ignored.
Of when our love was still unborn.

A fool I was, Stuck on the past,
Dark shadows on my mind were cast
By my sad eyes,
Replenished tears,
Until that day you held me near.

It can be light,
A ***** of a pin
To a surface stretched taut.

One moment perturbed,
Then all is disturbed,
All spills up -
Finding release in ducts washed daily in use,
Making tracks down a ****** terrain,
Surely the paths soon will be percolated and permanent.

I want you to listen to
my breath in your heart,
remember that I'm there,
feel me overindulge in your blood,
******* teeth rot in your love.

Oh! Torturous love you can hinder me no more.
Your painful presence cannot leave me wounded for
I am filled with delectable thoughts of another.
I thought my heart dead, perceptible only to your faint memory,
But it is beating once more.
I tell you, ruffian love, I see him in the depths of my dreams!
He has coiled himself around my heart and although it beats in my chest with
persistent pounding
I am at peace.
My mind can rest in his gaze.
My thoughts can sleep in his embrace.

I tried to send you my love
In a letter.
To my dismay, the wax melted,
The seams ripped,
And I was left
To sit
With my love in my lap.
I don't mind,
It seems I can cradle you
In my knees.

there was a moment
when i looked at you,
and all my senses
shifted.
it seemed that everything altered -
only slightly,
and became attuned
to you.
it continued
until everything in view,
all that i breathed,
saw,
and knew to be true
was you.
reflecting in my pupils,
resounding in my ears,
conquering all scents,
and common sense,
too.

well, you're crazy about her, he said.

but you're here instead.

our eyes met,

it was morning.

the sun hit his face in a

way that erased all of

his freckles.

he smiled.

i laughed.

we paused.

so, you love her, he said.

i said yes.

then he asked me to leave her.

i left.