Tuesday, June 19, 2012


we were all legs and poetry
words and wandering hands
arched bodies over blackness

I need an injection
to restore me from
life-loss lamentations

unusually beautiful
with naked words
you spoke me into blindness

with sable tongue
you textured vibrance
onto my white-walled enclosure

with darkness of touch you
thrust me into oblivion

I can’t breathe
except to inhale you
I can’t speak
except to hide your name in words

eyelashes flick
the tear stained
remembrance of your face

loving is the obscene
act that implodes a soul

whispers that cradle marrow
in the fullness of a moment
we were alive, and we knew it
we were awake, and we felt it
we were one, and we became it

insatiability of the heart
and how we remain
a marriage of want and furry

still alive inside,
creeping through thoughts
and echoed suggestions
pulling strings of conscious
thought into visible light

I am here, they say
I am substantial
I am important
I am beautiful

I look to you
in the mirror of your eye
and respond
Yes... yes
we are,
we are

become again with me
the definition of wholeness
a tangled union of words and arms
birthing creatures of light
into the spaces between

Another absence but thankful to be linking up, and in many ways coming home to Open Link Night @dVerse Poet's Pub. Spread the word tonight, we are waiting, word hungry and poetically proliferate. Join us, won't you?