#knowingsomeone
Break me into chasm
then let the love pour in—
flower into deep well—
stem the umbilicus
of what you could say
you knew of me—
the privilege of living
inside your own head—
and me,
something made of sand,
a wink—
something of one
of many lives ago,
though how well
you knew me—
as did he—
how well they saw me—
and maybe no one did.
We were lovers
in a past life.
And now
I am obscure as
lost Atlantis, origin
of the fairy tale—
fragile
as gossamer and
the Holy Grail.
Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 7:49 PM UTC
She voyaged
to the cusp of my being
as I exhaled into her
magnolia skin.
Sans chart
sans compass
she knew me by the moon
and stars only
she knew me by the tide
of my breathing
by the pull of the winds
And I fold like the waves
to her touch
and I fold like feather-tips
in the catch of her gaze
I sink under in her ocean
as wild men in a diving-bell.
and soon my
thoughts are
anchors
in the depths
of my wonder for her
and soon my
thoughts are
anchors
in the depths
of my
love of her
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 7:44 AM UTC