seagulls pull the sun of mourning
up into the starless sky
flawless skin set free of midnight
taught against the azure heights

foaming waves and swirling sand grains
calmed upon her soft approach
settle into morning's daybreak
braced against the coming cold

a million stars to chase her warmth
and barely light the darkened sky
where one once flared a burning love
sit countless others counting time

between the twilight and night
passion burns away to quiet

Say it once and I'll
believe it
say it twice and I
won't blink
Say it three times I'll
besiege it
Keep it silent, I'll
relate

He noticed a scorpion on her cheek
crawling up into her hair
She didn't seem to feel it there
and kept speaking, so he sat still
and listened

When she was finished the creature
stopped above her ear
its tail curled in the air
He reached to her and brushed it off
with a silent whisper

"Let's make snow angels"
She said to the boy

"But there's no snow...it's summer"
She laughed and lay down in the field
Spreading her legs
And throwing open her arms
As the grass shuddered
And surrendered
The shape of heaven

"There," she said and
Stood up
Walking away into
Her own silhouette

Leaving the man to
Stare at her outline
In the empty field

one pair of blue jeans
and 23 shirts
I'll run forever
but it always....

Her hair flutters in the golden light
a lioness
she knows words like chiaroscuro
and chimera

Her eyes, lit by twilight
chase the evening star
from blushing clouds

The sunset, pink and red
inking out our silhouettes,
releases shadows
snaking through the grass
and trees,
eloping with the night

The urge to
write a new piece
it comes up
like the feeling you get
right before you're about
to throw up
in the back seat
of a bad idea

but it's not all bad
you always feel better after
well, right after
anyways

then you sip some water
close your eyes
say never again

but that's the whole
fun of it,
after all