novelist/poet/photographer
his lips slow
perusing my flesh
as if memorizing the words
my heart unfurls to him
navigating through chapters
i lessen him to see
rearranging fragments
from lifelong tug of wars
kissing each one
with delicate gestures
sowing seeds where battles
need not be won
beneath our tree
where my lungs come back to me
for it is there
among borrowed ears
the cadence of you,
of i
falls freely
beneath blooming arms, those towering magic wands
those leaves, an artistic blend of hues
lent by the color of our words
birthed from our woes, our joys
now drip dropping in tiny doses
a repertoire of moments
gifts caressed from our swollen lips
beneath this our found sanctum
a secret place, a perfect hiding spot
where treasured scribing
and whispers in the wind
hold a love affair in soft reverie
infused within the veins of its hollow
beyond distances they traveled
weathered testaments of time
reaching for the sun
how they glow
how it flows
upwards
outwards
reflecting within
beneath our tree
where my lungs come back to me
a dancer,
stilled on blades of ice
collecting the rhythm to a symphony of breaths far below
for she,
with eyes resistant to a world
can find such a place as barren as she
to power
to ignite
forgotten steps thawed in the dance
silent little daggers
to her breast with fire they stake
wanting simply to be remembered
simply seen
simply undressed
in she
a manic moon
she bleeds the night
jealous of the stars
that play hide and seek
too far to reach
from she
perched there
upon her hour glass
stones rise from shallow graves
chasing
chasing
no sandman in sight
stones laughing
chasing
chasing
perfect pitch
dead center
each one sticks
a manic moon
she bleeds the night
jealous of the stars
drunk on her light
take me back to
ice cream cones
in bistro chairs
where our
happily ever after
began its love affair
where a northern wind
in its subtle state
whisked away fears
drying silent tears
that day when
nothing or no one
could quite capture
our very visible rapture
as coffee syrup kisses grew wings
climbing to meet the raven
our solitude, our haven
let us take holiday on the moon
whilst the sun serenades eyes heavy
floating to a magician’s tune
won’t you build me a swing
slowly sing to me
that song you like to sing
for then we shall fly
collecting constellations
barefoot in a night sky
whisper sweetly like you do
as the stars giggle
when my cheeks change hue
let us take holiday on the moon
with no thoughts
of ever returning soon
