Kissing my fingers -
They are long and live as seagulls,
Casting foam-tinged wings
Along the ocean's salty tongue
Hips like hillsides,
Rising with the tides
Shallow pond-clefts have caught
And filled with tears
Now dry
In yielding folds of midnight flesh
And tranquil curves
Soari...
the Moon watches the world far below,
cold lights burning out the Stars.
soon enough,
It knows,
the Light will grow
as large as the Universe
and the dull, dull moon
will crumble into Dust....
The birds sing brighter than ever could I have,
And brighter still.
I am cold
In your arms.
The sky of late has sagged downwards,
In a steady droop,
Encroaching on our heads.
If you and I are not the most,
then what are I and you?
Long division separates the darkestness
of which we...
and
having nothing left to give
i give you my name. a tiny offering.
a lettered nest of baby mice, filling
the sweet pillow of your hand. how paltry
the curved walls of my miniature labyrinth.
and how may my sibilant syllables caress
your cheeks with half the tingling, heady
waterfall your...
his little hand is too small
for the candy i try to give him,
the tiny, fearful ghost.
for a moment,
i believe his smile so
strongly i fear
the chocolate will slip
through his fingers....
what i love most about myself
is as far off as the ocean on my tired tongue
eluding my grasping fingertips with the deft
ease of years of practice
i am a stranger to myself
rescuing myself from drowning
and drowning
nonetheless
what i love most i have
twisted my mouth around in desperat...
I believe the end of the world
will not be one year and one month from today
despite what the Mayans might have said
and
I believe that global warming
may destroy all hopes that my children's
children will one day
see a polar bear
and
I believe that, if I wanted to,
I could be...
my feet are wet in your oceans
your arms bear up my chest
(i am treading, treading)
the forests 'round my heart
blaze autumn-fire, blanket me in leaves
and violins breathe in and out
among the silent sky-borne birds
(and i am treading)
but winter paces near now, love,
all soft am...
the rain reminds me of you now,
drops as small as your hands
you are gentler now than you have ever been
silky,
slipping between my grasping fingers
time liquefies between us,
and i am carried away
i am fighting the current,
and i am losing
there is no way to rescue you anymore
...
o say can you see by the moon's
tender kiss across the heartbeat bedroom
i wait with bated breath
hand clutched restless under my pillow
my country tis of this little
child, curled in blankets,
biting her nervous knuckles
i know she will come
she must come tonight
o beautiful f...
neither of us understood the words,
of this alone I am certain,
but we drank them ice-cold with lime
(and the night around us, oh the night)
we swam like fishes through the darkness
with the foreign edificios rising
beside us, strange castles
filled with everything we cannot say
(and the n...
I
The evening tastes like your skin,
Puckered and wrinkled between my teeth
My lips so often shrank from your touch –
They feared the memory of what they will someday
Be. But sometimes, I recall,
You felt so full and swelled with love,
I’d swear you might float away.
The moon overhead...
"try not to think of a polar bear"
he said
"and that's all you'll think about"
he was right - my brain stormed
with lightning flashes of white, teeth,
frozen snow -
but now I think I'd rather not-think
about that bear
than anything else
he seems so ...
When the memory of you has faded
To a dim topaz, surrounded in tarnished silver,
I will slip you off my fourth finger,
And store you away in the back of my jewelry box.
So that when our child has grown your smile, your cheekbones,
Your dry, sweet skin,
And she searches through my necklaces, ...
I love you more than my last root canal
More than Brussels sprouts and asparagus,
More than plugged-up toilets and plumbers’ cracks,
More than the C+ I received on my last English paper
And more than the uncomfortable pictures my mother takes every Christmas.
I love you at least as much as ...
Into the bleeding heartland we escape through the burning night
The black eroticism of lightning
Chasing our tattered skeletons
We dodge electric raindrops and skin ourselves on scarecrows
Leap waterfalls and hide in aubergine gullies
Race over cliffs and under mountainsides
Scrape our knees ...
comecome (my love) and find me
between clouds and cottontails
slip between cornstalks (my love)
disappearing in a green embrace
glide (my love) gently across velvet waves
and whipping cream foam
and discover (my love) me
hidden in your
(built brick-by-brick)
castle...
Once upon a time
There lived a little girl
With scarlet ringlets in her hair
Who –
No, once upon a time
An evil witch cast a spell –
But once upon a time
A handsome prince –
The girl grew up;
The prince grew old;
The witch grew tired;
And the dragon lived happily ever...
There was a time in my life
When it all would have simply flowed past
And I, skipping through the grass with bared foot and ribbons in my hair,
Might not even have noticed
Raised voices
Gunshot words
But then I began to wear shoes
And the ribbons wore out
And I growed all up into a big per...
Donning my winter-coated armor,
I step out into the searing snowstorm,
Eyes blistered by the white.
Cold shouldn’t burn, I decide.
Why is the winter so unfriendly?
It’s not, it’s so lonely, that it reaches out
Desperately
With icy tendrils searching for warmth,
Then dragging a would-be...
1. Find a comfortable spot, preferably on the floor, preferably cushioned by pillows and blankets, preferably alone.
2. Seat yourself cross-legged, hands on your thighs.
3. Concentrate on your breathing.
4. Consider the temperature of the room: Is it too hot? Too cold? Fix the thermostat ...
this somewhere i have always travelled, farther beyond
myself than ever thought was possible;the world
unfurls at the slightest touch of your hand
here on my onceempty page you fill the chambers
of my heart:in winter holes bored their slow
worm-way until(along my soul)walls were
weak as card...
The grass has grown tall as a tornado around us.
Deep beneath it, my memory of you is a shy brown rabbit,
Nestled in its close dirt burrow
Because it is spring,
You whisper ever more loudly in my ears –
And I laugh alone at our jokes as loudly
As the sound of one mouth kissing
I dr...
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