i’ve loved once
it felt like tilting your head towards the sun
the lick of warmth on my bare skin
found a way to pierce my soul from within
and how you glowed, how you danced tantalizingly slow
and my heart ceases to beat, when your eyes in the darkness land on me
and truth be told i’m not one to dance
but my rigid bones long to break through when you grab my hand
and from your open mouth hangs the prettiest words
the best **** song i’ve ever heard
and i begin to move begin to sway like the wind
steadily let go of the fear of existing
i don’t think i’ve lived before i’ve met you
and i didn’t know of romance, of slow dances and wandering hands too

You had one wrist wrapped in a medical band,
          two hurricanes in your eyes
          and dried blood on one hand.
I heard the hunters' horns blow
              the moment you walked in.
                     On your trail I--
                    --I know it ails you now.
I've got the first round.
You can rain on me 'til your guts
             start pouring out.
Outta night for those shaded eyes,
but too much time in the sunshine
makes folks like us go blind.

Raise the roads and the rivers of our region
                off the map
     like the texture of scars from your arms
                  to this taproom floor.

I'd like to be a beacon, if I'm not too bruised
                and be a guide back to harbor
          through your night stained black and blue.

                  if you want me to be...
                  then I want me to be...

My heart's a crooked hallway with bends and turns.
          December killed my candles
            and I cried a dead word.
You could hear me hitting walls
               and so you reached light in.
                         Illuminate me--
                       --show me to the way out.
You've got the next round
You can dance in this dive 'til your
            harmed heart's pouring out.
You chased the night from my clotted halls.
I saw you whirl in the bar light
you were answering some call.

Raise the blues and whiskey browns of our faces
            off the ground
      like the texture of a laugh
      between our tap room hearts.

Think you might be a beacon, but that's up to you.
               can you guide me to the exit
           through this night hued black and blue?

                if you wanted to be...
               then I'd want you to be...

Noise-synced delirium
Acidic injection
objection! Too loud
impassive perception's
important to render the silk from the fiend
The synths coming at you
with sawing and beams
and there, pristine
the song of the axe
the splitting of atoms
they're tuning the parallax
revving the tendon
the chord they depend on
the pipe of the warlord
and howl of the warhorde, stampeding
pounding the earth it's a drum
and the thrum of the piper
who's flashing his guns
and valkyries, mounted,
join in the rush
and then hush
the clouds seizing
the chance to combust
and to shed a tear
or a thousand drops
of ecstasy
onto the trampled crops.

I love to dance and

fall in love, even if you'll --


fly away from me.

We dance and we stamp

our tears into the plank floor --


crying together.

I'd like to take you to the beach in Marblehead,
When the summer nights are warm.
Take you out to dinner,
Show you the riches of my homeland.
Then I'll hold your hand, walk you to the sands,
Where we can be hidden from the world,
Hidden enough to dance amongst the waves.
Spinning, dipping, gliding across the grains,
Hands on your skin, lips on your own.
When we tire we can retire,
Down on a blanket, I'll cradle you,
We can watch the stars fly by.
Maybe I'll get to watch you,
Dance another groove.

Moonlight shone through the windows
and onto the floor in long,
bright
blue
rectangles.
The shadows from the leaves in the trees swayed back and forth like they were
dancing with the cold
November
night
wind.
The moon was their spotlight, my front yard was their stage
and they danced
with
no
music.
The trees savoured every moment with the wind, for they were each other’s lives,
and could not dance
without
the
other.
The trees cried when the wind was not there, and the wind came to wipe its tears,
and then
they
danced
again.