You seem as you have always been-
Unfolding contours of reality,
Reading them
as you would read the lines inside my palm,
weaving woes into forever
like time-slowed dreams,
where you have kept yourself,
where you have let yourself inside.

Your dark gaze awakens a sea within
me
mouths melt in seized desires
of a rising tempest
hurled
towards
us.
Your
siren call is the bleeding lust
of a darkening sky.
I will perish unto your lips, lover,
this night

Everything grows soft and balmy,
as water licks my face.
My thoughts of you are
a spring wind,
and I cannot gulp enough of it
down.

You writhe
in my thoughts
(but not in my arms).
You, untameable.
You, untamed.
You’re scared to wake my regrets,
darling–
but see what you have awakened.

You are the bed that I sleep in.
My arms, your sheets of white.
And you the pillow for my head.

I fly
and burn myself
to ashes.
Broken
pro
-mises
my nest;
short days and (too) long nights
fill my lungs like
cold-air gasps
of a desperate last breath,
(and the memory of a first).
Your thoughts fall
slowly,
and one-by-one,
like feathers,
cresting my head.
Waking me.
Today,
I died, lover.
And rose again, the same.

THAT love’s story be told
And Alexandria’s light endure,
A Queen prepares to make her Marc
Nonchalant in window light.
What resolve will hold him?
Or courage meet her gaze?
Smiling Venus, plants rose and myrtle,
And loosens a queenly gown.
Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
Her mind moves upon silence.

written
with
deliberate
strokes;
arrows, aimed at skies-
and scissor-sharp.
Like your name.

And this curve-
a perfect camouflage.
You bend me
to distraction
so I won’t see
(until it’s too late).

I cut my lips
on mouthfuls of your name.
My blood curls
in arcs of smiles
(and with a taste
that lingers).

I wonder what it’s like to
Lurch
from one wreck to another-
so I face the mirror and look.
Twice ruined. And you’re my
trinity.

I lose
all the names
Ill count on fingertips
As I crawl
for more,
in and out of hearts
(and beds).
Their more is less
than your less.

No one speaks with
your scratchiness, and
The marks they made
Fade-
like they too quickly run away
from my skin.
I trace those places you touched;
the scars that left me in darkness.

You expanded my consciousness
So I could sense you everywhere.
And I do–
Everywhere.

(but here.)