Saturday, July 25, 2015

all that you are

you are not the seconds, minutes, hours in my head
where you lingered for mornings, evenings, days, months
or whatever to me love hadn't been to you
the love locket ripped from my neck you are not

you are not a skeletal outline
traced over and over in your scrapbook
becoming smaller and smaller every night
you are not an outline of our sky
or whatever to me love hadn't been to you
a single shade of blue you are not

you are not weightless.
on the forest floor your footsteps carry heavily
all that you are.

you are gently carved out pieces from the morning rising sun
you are what makes the trees grow and
whatever to me love is to you could or should be in the growing of the trees
and what makes the wind echo through hollow spaces between each leaf
you are your favorite melodies

you are the many texture of roots, bark,
and all your favorite leaves
sugar maple, birch, oak
growing indefinitely
for you are a tree
growing not even or straight
just however makes trees happy

you are all the pages of your scrapbook left untouched
you are the corners of the sky
you will one day touch

all that you are

Thursday, July 16, 2015

as i do

for a moment
you will get a taste of me
as i once was
to you
running through blackberry fields
our hands touching
as they once touched

but i wonder if you remember
as i do
the rising tension beneath
bare soles of four fleeing feet
crushing souls of the living wheat

on burnt morning toast
a spread of rubus jelly

you will remember
tiny seeds in the spaces
between my teeth
a subtle kiss caught
between our lips

but i wonder if you remember
as i do
our lips
throbbing after evening
rubus tea
as purple as our hearts
loving as they once loved
solely through touch
your fingers cold and rough
creeping down my spine
spreading rubus love
every night
purple running through my veins
i cannot tell if you remember
purple running
through my veins
down my spine
purple stains
beneath my eyes
every night
purple stains
purple stains

and i wonder if you remember
as i do
the color of our
bruised
and starless
sky

Sunday, July 12, 2015

to Love

above our sky
i felt it rise
the shadows of our stars
a shrine of time
these light that shine
much brighter than our parts

Monday, July 6, 2015

to be Loved

through pale lit skin
i watched it plunge 
the shadow of her heart
a shallow sun
that rose above
could not endeavour part

Thursday, July 2, 2015

7th avenue

ask me about last night.
i'll tell you.

i'll tell you about 
a fragment of our sky
giving birth to 
threaded sheets of
gently weeping hues

soaring with me 
down 7th avenue

i'll tell you about
 a fragment of our sidewalks edge
beneath silk pointed shoes
every twirl
a pastel blend

soaring with me
down 7th avenue

loose threads and 
simple pirouettes

soaring with me
down 7th avenue

i'll tell you that 
you've soared with me
down 7th avenue