Equivalence
Like a lover’s lowest stumble
Into the belly of the vulture
Or the way he gently whispers
Your name.When he traces your small collarbone
With soft lips made of sun-touched stone
Or the pad of his finger against your
Burning tongue
Nothing could ever feel the same.
Hallmark
How salmon pelicans flap so slowly
In the sky
It looks as though they are falling
How thunder sounds like mountains cracking
Clean through
As though cleaved by an axe
How a butterfly in a jar beats itself to death
Against glass
With its the will to survive
How the ocean chews away at a beach
In a storm
Trying to swallow it whole
This is how I felt the day you kissed me
That first time
Whilst continents collided and stars fell
You Are Internal Bleeding…
You are internal bleeding
Beautiful as a bruise
Clouding the important pieces
While I cough up blood.
You are the heart attack
Without a fall, silent and speechless
My eyes glaze over before I can cry
While you grasp my chest tight.
You are a cancer
Traveling through my spine
Immobilizing me as I grab for the moon
Anchoring these trembling hopes
Onto a bed of memories.
You are the train
Not slowing fast enough
Either hit the brakes and snap my neck
Or let us all crash into oblivion
And take the fall by my side.
I Die In Dreams
I have made space for you
Inside me
The exact size and image of your soul
And psyche
I have lined it with love
To seal the cracks
That could change the shape
Of you
If ever we find each other
As mortals
Your form will fit in my spaces
And mine in yours
If we don’t
I will meet you on the other side
In dreams
violent through my poetry: astrophysics
you and i will dance
as a pair of black holes
waltzing, spiraling, celtic clovering
to the tune of empty gravity
as tea lights floating with
rose petals in a bathtub
monochrome and slick, full of oil
ready to tip and burstwatch me as i stargaze tango
tiptoe around your event horizon
i’ll…
Artistic Free Fall: A proposal in white
In the melting light of warm evenings glow
thoughts rekindle and glow hot and white.
Mystic notions of nine white tulips arranged
in line, with two rings tied to the stems of
the the flowers at rest, dusted with white
frost and cast with a spell sprinkled over
the soft serrated edges of the…
Poet: I Have Kept You Now
My darling dear one I have kept
You now for a lifetime in this
Constant chamber of mine
Life and death you breathe through
Me everyday
I have watched you walk the
Shores of your lifetime gathering
Meaningful remnants to cast
Mysterious mutterings left
Wondering
There is no meaning I hear…
Ramaatis: 'Neath The Black Moon
When moon has gone slumbering
With her beloved sun,
Always, we are ghostly summoned
By cosmic sirens swimming in deep silence
Of the cosmic black sea, Tugging at our souls…
Beckoning us, to return home…
So here we are my love…
Twin flames of the same sun,
Resting supine on vernal…
