Somehow I thought love would be holier than this,

false movements in a dance in the dark

with no music.

I wish we could stop moving,

or stop changing partners.

perhaps,
like blades of grass over our little field,
we’ll grow apart in our quest for the sun
but i don’t think so

Sorry for sporadic updates.

i swear i would love you

till the cows came home, till
the crows picked at our bones

entwined underneath a tree, till the black sky and the white sun
part ways and become naught,

till all the memories of everything that ever was,
on earth, through ever rock of every star,

(and orbits die and the atmospheres careen into hot gases
not fit for breath or exhalation)

fade

and even though no one will remember

those quick words

i’ll say, echoing in the silences of
an eternal, starless night,
whispering,
yes,
i would still love you

may you be smiled upon,
and have peace,
and have love,
and be adored for your looks
as for your mind,
your talent
and may you be framed by arms
and loving family clutching flowers

wagon

soft skin,
walking away with me

little red wagon close behind
maybe, when we grow up,
we can walk again

through the streets of that
long dark hungry city

Was it only a dream?
I asked her, naive
as an earthworm,

that time I kissed you,
entwined, buzzing,
on that bed in my dream?

with honeyed words
and all those views,
i know he gets to you
(the question is
whether or not you think
that honeyed words
and all those views
are all there is)

remember

someday, when grey is all that remains,
i’ll remember how she looked
that one bright morning
with sunshine in her hair
and sleep in her eyes

smoldering hevean, distant like some shadows

that roll and twist above the rent

Misconstrue

He’s writing a letter, there,
(look through his bedroom window)
to the girl who’s never around,
they say she’s got skin like diamonds
and hips like roses,
and that she’s captured his mind, and,
in the absence of anything,
he brings her sunflowers, now we see,
(she doesn’t, he doesn’t they don’t,
even I don’t know who I am)
left the letter in its garbage can.