you:
crease of lips grown loud in smile,
wing’ed light of breeze in still,
thief of thought forgiven and forgiving more;
fall to me,
laugh to me,
be with me;
may these hands be but lovers of your skin,
may these lips be but strummings of your breath,
may these words be but servants of your energy..
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every word
every word
every breath
every breath
lands lightly
on your ear;
oh,
for every word,
for every breath
to be placed upon
your ‘lobes
in rest of lips;
oh,
for every
word,
for every breath
to fall ‘long your thoughts,
to lay as in the softened grass
grown silk;
oh,
for every word,
for every
breath
to be as brushing of the skin,
your pulse’s rhythm:but a mirror of our longing..
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you walked along these halls,
a night in mind;
you knocked down these photographs,
hoping to replace every one with
yours and
with mine;
you left the windows open,
spilling the forgotten dreams
you shed like leaves
all along
this over-lackered hallway–
only after
i realized
i never saw your lips fain happiness–
and now is too late–
the clock’s hands
cover our only window;
perhaps you could
inhale,
inhale,
exhale
the words you know
belong to me;
perhaps you could
breathe
to break this silence
and
can you
hold that knife closer,
through our hands/into
our chests and fix our falling
so a second passes
and daylight can be seen
while i am rooted
and you are the breeze
making love to me.
to be as smile
upon your lips;
to be as sweat
upon our kiss;
to be as more
while being this;
that is my desire..
words are but
masks of meaning
thrown off in mind,
as they are linger-shadows of thought!
be as the tree:
taking the carving of instance,
the ‘waste’ of breath,
and repurposing them to continue life.
these tears like pilgrims find way down mountains
down falls, down soil, down gutter, down tunnel, down until light becomes but illusion of mind
beyond these thoughts rests something more
something lingers there, untouched and touching, living and unalive,
something lingers there, ever lingering, ever stationed in its revolutions
something lingers there, something beyond the senses, beyond the nose
beyond the crossing of the eyes,
beyond the needle, beyond the spoon, beyond the spliff, beyond the blunt,
beyond the snort,
beyond the finger,
while being behind as well
she
is smile
in gentle rest of light
oh, to be her shadow
her watchermate
to taste the tips of falling valleys,
the ridges, the cliffs, the pits of your fingerprints;
to map with mind your outline
through tongue’s lashing/
hands finding
curve in wander of your world,
your skin,
your prickled hairs goosen’d
and uplifted in
their quest, their raised longing for,
their worship toward
these hands, these lips,
all, in servitude, now yours
feel these nerves burning,
the tips of your memories receding
from hand:into thought:into breath: from lips and:gone..
returning:they find path to cage of lung:within tongue’s wall:to
hand; in grasp unclenched,
these, your seeds uprooted now,
lay dying on suture’d paper