LOVER, my step
/broken\
Falling-feel near your
furnaceSoul …
I [just me] dirt,dear
And I died a wish wishing
to touch…but your purity
I denied my dirty HandHeart
I [me] am no thing AND
bow to a GreatNothing
that eats me [i] should
can [did]die<denying>
a fumbling mumbling
emberWish “I love you…”
:: 08-06-2014 ::
I whisper feather-felt
tongue beneath the shadow,
treading gently, as I go
my soul, the bleeding heart.
In all bright-fairness gentle
womanHeart with golden hair,
a tarnished life stone I am
Fallen golden dustBin life
Lilac-like, bending, tending
to the winds,
the roots too deep to blow
my soul away across the field
:: 08-05-2014 ::
SO delicately
I said to
the VOID:
“I love you.”
And quietly
I listened…
NOTHING
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AVOID
:: 07-23-2014 ::
I am a miserable
lovely failure
of beautiful life
:: 07-23-2024 ::
THE day’s assault
dimming
a waning
flame trimming
and now the shadows
Delightfully skip-grow
as the sun dip below
the lost chances
of another beautiful day
Dusk, tell me lies
And so,
the truth of love
:: 07-23-2014 ::
In the dark of day
a sunlight of burning
I paid a price for life
this I did — today
She took my pocket
so full of heart
and said today
“Tis the price of love”
I had no pennies
just a hope
that priceless
throne of bliss
Today I paid
a debt of faith
in the dark of day
I paid a price for life
:: 07-21-2014 ::
“WHAT fear my love
if kisses mend pain”
I see shadows
my lover
“then I send
my soul across
the night”
It does well dear
but monsters
need affection
so they live
“Then my love
I send some to
those shadows too”
:: 07-20-2014 ::
IN an incredible feat
of intellectual prowess
I counted the Names of God
and the stars went dark
and all the cosmos screamed
“HE has known! Love…”
The wet wintry snowy day
broken foot-ice crack
said to me in dire vocal
syllabic horror —
“tread softly upon my
frozen heart dear sole
lest ye mark my beauty”
I crawled across her
that grand expanse of snow
beneath a lake of water
where ice separates
air from life-giver
and she — the lover
kissed my soul
:: 07-17-2014 ::
OH what desire my soul-partner is today
always today as any day forever
(I hope she stays) that fire
On the wet walk of life she still burns
through life’s ice ages and tsunamis
and that broken ageless disaster
— a falling out of fantasy from
time – to – time (it comes)
I desire she admits our desire acquits
the crime of lust and love and anger
bit my tongue and I bled she kissed
(drank it) and filled our hearts
The red rose in the room smelled
assault of heart and love-fought
The bee queen saved her delicate sting
I sucked it and savored her tips
Honey is a golden soul that drips
s l o w l y upon my broken knees
Her running rain across my ancient
nameless country of man-chest
she climbed the peak and pierced
herself upon the snow-gods of lust
Springtime flooded the valley down
where sweet little souls grow
And I, oh you, we go picking berries
figural of hearts we touch-pluck
and squeeze between our canine teeth
beauty bleeds sweetly when in love
:: 07-17-2014 ::
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