writing
like a finely spun strand of spider silk.
Letters, thin and tensile
like a white snake hanging from the canopy waiting to envenom.
And so my love
When you wake
May you find yourself
In a adulating state
Just fathom my passion
As I feel your warmth
From miles away
In every form.
Swing dancing was a fad.
I wish it was back in style.
Just as the courting practices that accompanied the time it lived in.
I miss those days,
that I never knew.
You would be a different girl if you came from that time.
and I a different boy.
But I think that I would love you more.
The way you say goodbye.
It has a timorous
tenacity.
Bleeding eyes and
sutured hearts.
In the timbre
of the word lives a forest of cypress
scorched with coyness.
You, me and our lips
live in the shadows of yesterdays. you can’t shake your past and I feel the strings tied to your teeth pull at my eyelids.
dancing naked
without touch
fills our lyrical nights with
scat
ered
thoughts
Pennies might not like our life style, but I pray on their fringe nonetheless.
Can you stay fictional behind dusted window panes?
groves on the ridges of our fingertips might point to some answers.
Give me your ear and the tip of your nose
and I will give you mine own eye.
Cry together
and swim in the meadows.
We will learn the melodies of the rocks
and the chromatic colors of the earth will be known to us.
Then beneath the bluff and between our chromosomes
we might win.
I love days like these.
The days where you can walk outside and the rain forces your eyes shut.
Moving through a forest of liquid bamboo,
cutting your way through the brush with nothing more
than the sharp side of your hand.
These are the days that wrap me up
and hold me.
not
because of their warmth
but
in the consolation of their cold.
The gold centerpiece sat in the middle of the table.
The only thing that stood between us,
was that candleabra with outstreched arms.
Like the blind woman of justice,
or even christs arms.
Today was.
Lull me to sleep
foot-prints of sprites,
like a kiss on the cheek
of the shirtless knight.
The skyline reflected in the moonlight
on the bay
showed me the true nature of humanity,
That lunar aurora,
shot me in the arm.
and my thoughts leaked out
and bled into the sea.
Marble looks in her eyes kept me grounded.
The sheen in the stone, made me stay.
I couldn’t have wanted anything more.
It couldn’t have been more perfect.
Marble soon became my favourite stone.
Her limbs became my favourite bone.
I knew it was different, I promised it was.
They would all see, soon enough.
