#topography
I see your inside outside
smiling at me
topography of your personality
May 8, 2022
May 8, 2022 at 6:18 PM UTC
I once
was a
tad yet
a little
smaller than
I was
then a
man in
the madness
of the
heat I'd
foresee them
this tweet
or subsistence
was spite
that onsite
demagoguery triumph
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 9:38 AM UTC
paint fell off the back
of a sky-high lorry - whoops!
splattered onto earth
16,000 feet below
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 6:19 PM UTC
A velvet topography,
Of ridges and furrows,
Undulations of light and shade,
A land born of upheaval,
And tectonic collisions,
With a fault line for a spine.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 8:01 PM UTC
He follows
my topography
like a disciple
tracing contour lines
seeking
heaven within
he is the rapture
his devoted hands
take me there.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC
*My love
Glides over
The topography
Of your heart
Searching for
Pristine landscape
Where two
Souls can
Run wild
Under the
Starry canopy
Of dreams
Coalescing in
The sacred
Chambers of
Union*
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC
She's all Spring and Summer
Strength
and words of shelter
He's all maps and formlines
waits
in wings for Springtime
Take these tattered ghosts
from their trenches
ink-smeared, tethered tight
to the depth curve
Autumn only waits for the silent
ones sometimes.
"If their voices chase
out the brisk months,
quiet those windy wights
with a new song.
Autumn only waits for the silent
ones," she said.
In 3/4 time
the distances unwind
so swiftly
Afterburn of quiet nights
glows, fading.
He's all sovereign anger,
righteous, stiff
but twisting
She's all cavalier, now--
cat-quick through
projections
Past the legends,
rose our directions
Keyed to Winter's
dumb introversions
Years just spilling over the levee's
prescribed edge.
With their weathered ghosts
in the trenches,
tired-eyed, tethered tight
to the map's edge
Autumn only cares for the silent
ones some days.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 11:40 AM UTC
fingers- i landed my boat here, when i first met you. your fingers twirled together absentmindedly and they still do and i'm still get lost whenever i wander onto the dark beaches.
hands- i discovered these peninsulas when you pulled me along on your adventures after I landed on the beaches and they were so rough yet so wonderful and i honestly want to get lost here more often.
wrists- i found these a bit more on the mainland, still flanked by water and they were so narrow that i was afraid i would fall off into the water and i wonder how those thick colorful bracelets stay on.
cheeks- one day i wanted to go on a hike so i decided to climb up these steep mountains and whenever something beautiful sailed by you these beautiful red begonias popped up and i'm a little upset that i didn't make them pop up but i'm glad they didn't bloom around me because i got to see the natural red hills and i got to love them.
but i made a mistake because i never went south and maybe i would have gotten lost somewhere else more beautiful but if i went south, i wouldn't have found the beautiful pools that some call your eyes and that would've been the real loss.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC