Thursday, November 15, 2012

we take apart the world piece by piece

and put it back together
in an exchange of syllables
our silent responses draining out
from our insides

the sky caresses my forehead
memoirs from another continent pass the time

my eyes are silent
hearing only of  how you are my love
every word becomes you


Sunday, November 11, 2012

forgettable as this title

Thinking through
planning carefully
jumping in to get closer

what was it we lost dreaming forever?


Saturday, November 10, 2012

the belly dust poem

Dear spotted spot on the ground
whose black was half gotten up

whose weilding weight is numbness
light as silvered dew

like the tears we make to feel
our hearts


Wednesday, November 7, 2012

more on this

i feel youre still here perhaps somehow
holding on
as I hold on
to your dark lashes
and drink the salt from your tears

I fall into   a

memory and
the folded shadows turning to dreams
I run back into your eye s lids to sleep
so I can dream inside your eye's