Doors and Windows

I used to eat beer

drink wine- spirits, rye and

glory of glories;

burning like kisses

on the tongue,

whisky. Now I thirst

and drinking only water, will die.

dry like a husk

burned clean by the summer sun

of my desire for you.

I used to have a heart,

rich and full as a pomegranate,

sweet and bitter

as the first bite of our lust.

Now there is only the moon

in my chest.

beating its wax and wane;

flexing with holy need

in the imperative sky 

of my love for you.

I used to have visions,

Now there are only words-

words that frame and contain

the world's whispers, 

and nail thoughts- my thoughts, your thoughts-

down like willing butterflies,

like flesh under tooth

and quiet sunrises against the bedroom curtains

of my future with you. 

Our whole future exists only in my words,

blurred by your careless hand's touch,

throwing our dreams on the wind's wings.

your words flow

in place of blood- meter and rhythm

breathe meaning into my veins.

c. Jan 17 2011

The Dream

I just woke up from the dream. You know, the favourite one. You have it too, I'm sure.

I'm out for a walk- going to meet someone, maybe. I'm in the city, this city- and I cut through the park. Feelin' good. Dusk falls. Out there beyond the trees, the streetlights strobe on orange and blare against the sky but here under the trees, it's dark and cool. The ground is springy. Pretty soon walking feels so good, I decide to run and it's effortless. Leaping up steep hills, using root knuckles and buried stones for purchase, body working perfectly, smoothly. Night has fallen but the air is bright. And I think- wouldn't it be easier to run on all fours?

And it is. Oh, it is. Easier to run, and run, and turn away from the city lights into the blue brightness of the night air and the smell of trees.

c. June 01 2011

Pleasure

The strangest things bring pleasure.

The bright sun surprising me with 

The tattooed shadows of leaves on the grey stones

riverwashed, swimming in violets. 

the lyrics are stuck in my head

of the song we were singing together

when I fell asleep, my head on your chest. 

c. April 23 2012

Dreadlocks.

My hair is a shield
A blanket and a pillow,
A lions mane and a wild head dress. 
It is a glory and a burden, 
A crown and a yoke. 

It smells of campfire smoke, 
and summer sweat,
Neroli and frankincense and cinnamon. 
It smells of memories and wishes, 
But all I can think of is the tilt of your neck
As you bury your face in my hair.

c. May 30 2012

Summer Rain

Dim the lights and turn the music off-
The rain is drumming. 
Open all the windows 
And breathe in the dark green 
Of the summer's breath
Which sets my skin dancing. 
Come dance with me.

c. June 12 2012

Equinox

Today? 
Today I will celebrate the moment, fleeting and treasured
when night and day meet as equals-watch them. 
They pour themselves into the others eyes, deeply and take hands. 
If you look closely, you can see night pass so closely to day,
that their lips brush, lightly. 
Day smiles, and a bird sings it's heart.

c. March 20 2013