-
inside the wrist
rough
the pads of your fingertips
gently sweeping over
the soft skin
on the inside of my wrist
how can your
soft fingers
feel as rough as
bear-torn bark
i don't understand
but, taking
your palm
gently in mine
and tracing the lines
the mystery becomes complete
as i realize
that love
is not only smooth
but can be rough
and still fulfilling -
Political Deceit
Underneath the pale stars
watching the reflection
of moonlight
on the crags and crevices
of your unconscious face
i understand the meaning
of that word
which is love.
We'll do what we can
to make it through
the coldness
of immigration
the political deceit
and our own
humble madness. -
The Extinction of Off White
Off white was killed ( Read more... ) -
fecund 04.18.06
across the fecund swath ( Read more... ) -
infinite embrace 04.11.06
in your infinite embrace
i feel the rain
of a thousand tender kisses
that i cannot even begin to describe.
what do we do
without the words to explain
this sensation
of becoming each others world?
what do i do when
"i love you"
can't even stretch out
upon the plane
these intimate sensations? -
earth (n), quake (v) 08.16.05
i throw open my windows
and breathe in what makes this adventure.
i stare at the not-so-distant
monolithic mountains.
at every time of day
they remain constant and impassive;
massive and intangible from this window,
but somehow comforting.
even during the periodic orgasms of the earth
they remain, fairly stoic
as buildings shake (and fall)
around -
garlic burns 08-16-05
as garlic clings, sticky
to the rough pads
of my fingertips
i remember that some things remain the same
over an infinite number of miles.
garlic clings, spicy
and i lick it off,
slightly wincing at the way it reminds me
of the sharpness of our parting.
i would share a whole clove with you
if it wasn't too late for that. -
chromatic fugue in D minor
haunted by pathetic dreams ( Read more... ) -
Telephone Whispers
Our rendezvous on the pale whisper of the telephone scream like matter forming into an infinite number of objects. We are creating a timeline, that once divergent, is becoming ever more convergent until perhaps the moment where our lines combine to be one. I cannot explain how all those words, which in reflection of lost memories seemed hollow, ( Read more... ) -
an empire, once fallen, is free again
my heart lay open like a battle field ( Read more... )