Dal segno upon my lips I am breathing what you bare this psalmody of touch. There is felicity to a love act, the fleeting brush of passion, the afterglow a rich rare peace. The word tender upon my lips I kiss you, Love.
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(habit)at
Over the phone my mother proudly tells me she has cleared the boxes from the garage, everything is out of the way. When I visit piles of boxes greet me in her living room. A table and chairs from my brothers moving sale are in the kitchen- and her table and chairs now live inContinue reading “(habit)at”
overcast questions
Why did you walk towards me this morning? Was it desire or the obligation of remorse? This painful moment draws out, a stark portrait. What do you want from me? Not an easy question for duplicitous you. Did you want to tell me your troubles? We’re you wishing mine had washed away in the night?Continue reading “overcast questions”
Belltown, Seventeen, Eight Months Pregnant
Open air of the nearby Puget Sound salty breeze brushes my face. I think Seattle is an Eden even here, at Belltown, outside the Salvation Army. We wait, in a slow anxious line. Down damp stairs Eden dissipates. The air stagnates, scents of too many men with nothing to their name. Walking into the roomContinue reading “Belltown, Seventeen, Eight Months Pregnant”
Seizure
swallow tailed clouds serenade the stars along the blackened and grandiose horizon. an inviting mystery steals the wanderer’s eye contemplating the seizure of lingering aspirations. a sacrifice to the night, divergence of former day to the late walking wind that changes the soul- in an instance belonging to the universe for wandering notions spend themselvesContinue reading “Seizure”
light touches
beyond the longing, the vibrancy, the flirtation, there is the core simplicity, the beautiful calm- familial, universal, close. what we reach outward from with words always too weak, wavering, changeable, moody. point of contact, not so brilliant- not so true, only an effort, only the effusions, a little bit of what we are.
Mesa Sunrise
sarsaparilla paintings line the horizon heat waves emanate the eternal thirst for a brief blaze the most beautiful realities wash over with striking clarity, keep those in hand.
One Over
Like a red carpet starletyour life is the recipient of prestigious heartache.Feet careentoward precipitous feelings.Pulling the curtain before you’re ready for stage.Another anonymous addiction creepsinto your daily thoughts.Synapses grab hold running the reelof endorphins and dopamine.How many lies equals enough to keep youawake? The sum, infinite.The birch in the front yard lets go of frigidContinue reading “One Over”
Hold You
The best hearts are the bloody ones- ripe with human suffering crimson flowing with every palpitation- on my hands, in my thoughts. I breathe like loss, like goodbyes and I love you’s. Hearts like soft beautiful massacre -these are the ones I always remember. I can still see every detail of your pain. I stillContinue reading “Hold You”
pusillanimous
No courage to make love with me. No bold endeavor to be free. The ligneous lie of integrity. Your soul wonders restless through depravity. I lay upon your truthful chest suturing fragments to soothe your duress. I want you with a tidal force But beg your being to first move forth. Into your heart IContinue reading “pusillanimous”
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