My agent for apeiron appeared standing
In classical grey coat stopping me by one
Palm reaching toward ninth heaven nine

Such is the gaze poetics, astonished thing
From the shinny reawoken dynastic ring
From my mind I call you on n' on dreamy
My uncatchable personal erudites library

Many thorough smiles unchaining liberty
Of bridges forms n' our humming colours

Above erased reliefs, wave waters mistery

The yellow taciturn
highlights of your room
The glistening of your crystal eyes
Snow globe domicile
Star studded decorum
Infinity unfaded in
the ribbon of our embrace
Recurring dreams of
our hypothetical life together.
And dreams apart.
Seperate our bodies but
not our souls nor our hearts.

Boundless thought in a space of immeasurable
Conciseness, suns of reflection burn bright.

Stars in distance attention, so far but nevertheless
Still a twinkling in the cognitive awakening.

Traversing the distance to light up a moment
All that was a vast unlimited space of thought.

Infinite in mystery
Is the gift of the goddess
We seek it thus
And take it to the sky
Ripples form on the water's surface
The wandering soul
Knows no rest

there's a place for this- this blood
this place where the skin can be pulled right from the lip
a gun pulled from the glove compartment
in warm December this private affair
traveling with passenger zero
into the title of a love song or
narrowing into the wet corners of the mouths
softened annunciations over an early sixties recording

her song brings shakes to legs and swiveling snakelike movements
this Spanish river goddess I do not even know by name who settles the wars of babes and covers the infinite dust of infinite children

there are places like this:
still and magical and pleasantly mute

where she stares back to me returning
the years of eye mail exchanged between us
as if returning a floral arrangement that lost its scent
or a novel that lost its story
and a passenger writhing with envy

with a back turned she moseys
along the dirt path of the arboretum
a small dance in the bowels of her step

somewhere we blend the stories of each other’s pockets
mending the balance of need
hands surfacing in weathered bluejeans

If I had the choice
would I run with excitement
when I see your name
pop up
or would I decide to be unmoved
by a jolt of you
and sit,
statically,
while another
somewhere else
involuntary leaps,
at an arrangement of letters.

I tremble
In your presence
And am consumed
By every line on your body.
I trace them with my eyes
And long to feel them
With my fingertips.
An aching erupts from
Inside of my body
And a fire blazes
That I never want to
Extinguish.
My heart is cradled in
Your infinite eyes
And I want you to
Hold it for eternity.