Rain, coming softly at dawn, softens the dreamer's longing
Wintery watery blue-gray as cotton cloth
Called daba in their land, strong and rough
Merging with morning skies, cotton-gray clouds crowding;
Lemons in full bloom, fleur-d'-orange candles burning;
Smell, almost tangible, rises with currents of air
Stronger than that in July, of dung in banana-fields, choking
Stench wrapping houses, creeping in backyards, swimming in warm fog
Sackcloth houses of cardboard people asleep;
Dreamers hear rain dripping, skipping from leaf to leaf
Whispering.

Whispering to his companions, real, faithful
Standing by him till the time ends, intangible
Warrior proud and dark talking to swords,
Come and take me
Wounds on my body will smile as my love's red lips
Pain as the cruel words of that red lips
As if she were with me not him
Spirit of mountains, his friend, shy and courteous
Hiding his ugly face with his kimono sleeve
Pale moon over the colorless sea
Before sunrise.

Say, I wonder, all those I left behind
Say, when we are all dead
Will we still talk to each other in silence
Will they touch water of Rivers with my lips
Will I feel wrath of the fire with their hands
Sun, rising slowly, insolent fireball
Burns us before we think of answer
Outlines of shadows in stone
Stay for a while.

Sun, rising slowly, lights with its carrot rays
Fleur-d'-orange, incense of this shameless spring;
Boughs burning candles, best drug in trade,
Mark time to refresh stale loves
To re-marry every year again.

I live my life. I don't live yours.
I choose my set and dress my doors.
You'll disagree and share your thought.
You'll preach perhaps 'bout what I aught.

I'm glad you dare! I'll lend my ear
In hopes you'll share a new idea.
But if old rote truths are all you have,
I know them cold, don't waste your salve.

If that's the case, please save your breath.
Give me my stage, I'll play Macbeth.
Embrace your way? Perhaps I will.
Come truth what may but not until.

I lose the fat hero to thoughts of my own weight.
I make the bully too evil.

I shy from death
to be made
its lure.

I have a wife
board
what else
a train
to transport
the sadness
a *****
can’t.  

     my son
wonders
aloud
if all females  
are mothers.

if animals, talk.

what else is there to say, just like a deck displayed
out on the cold pathment of my street.

you bring the dawn and make everything
feel so right.
that yellow sun

if your leaning, it will tip you
like a whirwind of power
in a storm.

tossed out and in,
oh where to begin?

this magic never leaves.

You'll love her with all your skin, tongue and lungs.
The way that the air is just so much more crisp whenever she's in proximity to your hands.
It turns the scattered dust in the atmosphere into magnifying glasses
Aimed directly at her
Spotlighting everything you wish you could put into words but can't
Because she's just too ******* unbelievable
That even if you tried, you would offend yourself and the gods with how little it compares to
The love she makes you feel in reality.

You would do everything for her.
Hold her until your bones start to crack
So that she'll understand just what you mean
When you tell her that you'll never let her go.
But she still doesn't get it.
She'll never understand that when you tell her that you want nothing more
Than to let your dust be her dust, her words to be in your cheeks
Her nose to be your daughters nose
You mean that you want nothing more than to keep her forever.

But you never will.
Because you never stood a chance.
You thought that by giving your whole self over to her she would offer you the same respect.
That's not how this world works.
It never was.
These valiant efforts of yours are now dubbed selfish and inconsiderate by others
For not taking her feelings into account.
Because she doesn't know what true love is.
She never felt the need to have you near.
For her daughters smile to be your smile.
For your hands to cradle her head when she's sad.
To let you talk for hours without listening to a single ******* word you're saying,
Because she's lost in the sound of your voice.

Because she doesn't know how to accept anything she isn't willing to give.

Zipper your arms around me,
and meld into my eyes.
Button your lips to mine,
and let me breathe in that autumn air
while I'm wrapped in you.

Slip your hands down my waist
while I crack a weathered smile.
Stitching your fingers through mine.
Let me know that all of this coldness that we've felt
is merely from the seasons.

Pressing your forehead to mine,
leaving everything the Summer held behind.
We're just two people,
crunching fallen leaves with our feet,
which echo the sounds of what we're
trying so hard to avoid.