when it becomes my burden i walk. among contained trees and grass that was laid there the pigeons don't look at me. the bells in my thrall head are ringing and i'm afraid i like their iron sound.

i'd like to be quiet for a while finding you. i'd like to be telling you how i navigate my doubts and dreams.

1. Because you planted my limbs and my heart became a ripening fruit. My heart ripened. When it was large and sweet and ready I held my heart to your mouth. Your eager mouth closed around my heart ( Read more... )

a small place to drown in.

lingering i want to write. i want a warning. i turn my head to burnt lungs and shoulders. do you think we could. vividly where are rivers to walk beside.

yes, all water wet, you. i less dry by default by nearness.

i have changed so much.

There is a new safety between us, love. New ecology of trust verdant and full, spilling less searching, filling instead. Green but wise we are, love, wiser to each other, greener to ourselves ( Read more... )

I found motion and motion found me.

There are still children with feet in puddles, mouths awed, scarves around over eyes and maybe one is little between us Isabel Lorne who will sometimes be Artemis. What an amazing thought for hearts ( Read more... )

there are giant giant things that i turn away and away from.

i can conceive of so little space inside, but it is so much more than i need.

"learn to say the same thing"

the things i tell you are true. i don't tell you i need you to keep you elegantly tied. vines and leaves make far better lattices than human hands and mouths can form from neverliving metals and sound.

you send me into trances then ask me where i've gone. i am growing large in the smallest places.

she is growing something
large in the smallest place

waiting to become something other
than herself,
a horse along cliffs looking
out the sea
with salt-stung eyes
and mane and
tail crystallized coarsened
to ropes and whips.

weltered places in
whetting stones or appetites.
there is indrawn breath
and when
we match each other word for word,

we shake away some human fetter
to swanfeather the moon on ochre water.