what is this
the sound of a voice
a faint crackle
over the line
burning icicle dipped
into ink of my dark
zipped in a fracture
woven in time
the sound of it
into the soul
and your words
caress places that
would not be reached
in life's daily hold
I would look into your eyes
my blues to yours
two vast oceans
This might express
of the word "love"
This might express
a fraction of the feeling
and this alone
could be all consuming
but the real expression
would be my mouth
exploring your lips
and all that's inside
infusing your being
as we press into
the silken matter
as the levity of skin
that brushes like silk
as your actual saliva
are my nourishment,
like heaven's milk
and our cells
ignite in slow movement
as we gasp and sigh
the air around us
I want beyond
I want beyond
a small, mirrored screen
I need to drink your luster
as we inhale the soft, molten folds
as we break open
and drink deep
as we crack
and the flow of the
Just take me,
let me feel the imprint
of your fingers
upon my wrists
let your kisses mark
my secret spaces
Rush into me
as a river
for if I have to hear your
one more time
Blame got his hands dirty
...yet still clung to the flower
The single flower gave him hope and light
...she loved the smell of the earth
Forgetting all that transpired
...Blame crushed the flower in his hand
Blame was washed clean
...yet his hands are still imprinted with shadows of
The flower was crushed
...in decay she still loves him
He never once crushed her soul~
The Beloved came
in a hundred different ways this day.
Whispering, “Stay with me.”
I felt its enormous love taking up space
behind me on the back of the bus:
electric, portal of cosmic dust.
Guardian of infinite, vibrating eyes
along with me for the everyday ride.
My heart couldn’t help, but laugh with love.
Out the window on a rough, jagged street corner
I locked eyes just a moment with a stranger:
dark skin, chapped lips
shoving fruit slices between his teeth --
far too big for his mouth to eat.
The juices were running out.
The Beloved there within his eyes
as a mischievous twinkling,
winking as we drove by.
“Enjoy these fruits with me.”
Beloved behind me cries:
“There! There! Down near the ships!”
as we drove slowly over the bridge.
Beloved there disguised, liquefied
as the shifting canal water,
waving at me excitedly over and over.
“Allow composure and join the flow!”
On the bus up near the front row
was the tired old man crumpled in his seat,
a plastic cast sheathed upon his foot.
Milky eyed, vacant look as he twitched
a small smile into the empty space.
Beloved shone within his face,
“You need not see to know this place.”
Beloved was the tangerines spilling
from the woman’s large flower purse.
Colorful, orange, bouncing bursts
rolling joyfully across the floor
like scores of scattering, brilliant suns.
“There’s enough of me for everyone!”
The girl walking across the street --
hair neatly half black, the other side pure white.
Beloved as yin and yang in plain daylight.
Just a twist of her head revealed a new side.
Beautifully dichotomized beneath the traffic light.
Beloved moving with her stride,
“Can’t have one without the other side!”
I pulled the chain and hopped off the bus
that hissed a sigh as it deposited us
onto the overcast and gloomy street
where Beloved grew abundantly
in pavement cracks trapped beneath
our negligent, trampling feet.
Returning its crushed petals and
shining greens into the earth silently.
“It’s okay! I always grow back.”
Beloved confided in me.
Beloved quietly moving along as the breeze,
wrapping itself tenderly around all things.
Peacefully whistling as it fondles
the leaves of the trees,
lifting the hood of my coat right off of me
in a sudden gasp of ecstasy.
“There is nothing you need to hide!”
I caught my reflection
in the oversized, unkind window pane.
My instinct was to grimace - it’s always the same,
but this time I did not avert my gaze
having finally awakened to see something else:
Beloved -- laughing and looking as me --
smiling with undying love
I just want to make more
and gift you
things that i made.
I'm looking forward to the adventure
of the two of us making.
Let's put our words to
the life adventures that we will encounter
and turn all that beauty
into something that we can
read and remember and enjoy
and celebrate and pass on
so that someone else can read our
adventures through our poetry
and maybe they too
might want to explore the world of poetry.
All that from when
I hold your hand
God, you're amazing
thank you so much
I am broken
heart and will
the world is broken
festering and ill
its systems broken
pillage and kill
careening out of control
or standing still
from every side the scream
answers mine, loud and shrill
I choke on tears that stream
trying to swallow each bitter pill