Why is the measure of love loss?

if we are not the sum of consequence
if we remember it all
if your hand and mine are the same
if there is a quiet that is recognized as home
if the road has not yet circled us
if what remains is dark dear water
if there are long truths in short moments

if hands keep the shape of what they held; if hearts do too.

Have you ever felt perfected? Was it a perfection of your body or of your mind? Did it last?

Have you ever asked yourself a question you could answer? Have you ever asked yourself a question you couldn't?

Have you ever renamed yourself? Did you tell anyone? Did you tell anyone why?

Have you ever repaired broken things? Are they as they were?

"Lately I recognize in myself the tendancy to shield my mind," she said slowly, "from truth as eyes from explosion."

"My name is Semper, and I am the truth. Your truth, if you want."

She smiled. "What else."

"I am--"

"No, what else. Nothing else. I've never been more convinced. No one has ever convinced me before that they are for me. For me, ( Read more... )

Am I ruining you, dreamer? You dreamer. Tell me all the things you see and speak. See, speak the

Sullen sultry mouth. Height, wrought green and limb. Straw and dew, autumnal noise. Mist courses just like water just like

dreams of many whose eyes are closed, brows smooth, who breathe

feelings that wash over like water. Feel

only.

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Later I'll lie in the grass and feel comforted
or think about how you don't like to lie in the grass.

(that we can sudden
ly be as strangers are)

I am unsettled.

My grandpa died. I never told him how like him I think I am. I never told him anything too true. I so wanted to tell him. I told him all through the funeral, through the pastor I tried not to listen to, through the walls of the church, through the city and the blue sky turning grey and all the barriers of sound and light and thought and dust. I ( Read more... )

made for the wind, like flutes and wings

I, too, sometimes hate how it all resonates so far, so long. We are all haunted by everything we see, more by everything we touch, still so much more by everyone we love. Seven thousand smokey spectres dull my hair.

give me a reason

When did I start regarding everyone with suspicion? Recall countless childhood photos in which I refuse to smile, dark blue eyes glaring under big round forehead. I was born suspicious, maybe.

in the morning we'll talk about dying and livingYou tell me you want to kill yourself and I am brutal because I don't know how to react ( Read more... )

"I watched you sleep for 20 minutes. Maybe more."

"Why?"

"Because you were beautiful. You were so beautiful."

A long look and she smiles at me. We smile. I can't stop smiling at her. I am embarassed- at feelings I should and don't know, at my inability to do anything but smile hotly redly.