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