woven

.
the scent of being
the wholly imaginary
gaze I see makes sense
bright patterned
Of unimaginable beauty
Love does not pretend
as real as this fast and black
falling in front
of the moon


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after words

A cool justice brought by morning
and the nostalgia of one day at a time

After thinking about it
I can't say I miss you making me cry.

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Under the day's care we lay
together in broken sunlight
and calmly embrace its innocence
sharing in dreams awoken by birds

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on an island with electronic waves
in the magnetic fire at the top of the earth
  
seen within the wind
soft tears as old as particles
saying
my heart didn't fit in your heart


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peeking into nothing

we should know better
we say all the time
it makes us laugh and jiggle together
our squishy insides

there were no tips on our points
indeed no points at all
and what's left
only tasting each other's breath
our souls embraced  in some imaginative way

continuing our dream that doesn't care
that doesn't matter
looking thinking and laughing

don't feel sorry for us
or yourself if 
at the center of it all
at the center of  twice broken hearts
is understanding 
that we have been
together gently watching the no
leave from nothing  the thing  leave from thing

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Sugar Room Circles

 Your heart
 touches my senses

Sucking you out of my lips
I taste you in my mouth in sips



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hiaku

The steam

brings my imagination out of focus

the wise glances too infinite for eyes

the moon

at the crossroad

the surging furry vision

of  Love's

pale importance


stars and the autumn moon

kissing my blood

swallowing u p the tight smooth flowers

Against the river’s

solid stance

able

a monument to your last words.
 
 
 
 
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The dimensional measurement of light

time rushes along my nerves 
like the black around flames the past
fills my consciousness with invisible light
Sacred  flaws communitcated
through sonic fields of flesh
a new intimacy found on an empty escape  


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fractured wanting

dis remembered
dreams filling
    the gaps between spaced images
seeing the
                 wishing
Within 
the
angelic blue electricity 


the alchemy of two souls drifting
armed with each others salvation


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the crying out of april

Like the lover who loves waiting
wading in breath paused lengths of patience
still and breathing
The rain


From a highland trail I see the ocean
erode the sun
like mountain moss
inexhaustible and
cool

autumn pulls the lonely
wind set in
in ways like this
as day stars hug warm
the coolness

what promise is
an incomprehensible vision
and I sense know you are there

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Adjusting to spring

spring 
quickly disguises
turned to arousal and
the fleshy substance

becomes a physical
being and gleans an imagination

as wind blown
clouds slowly
shower in gentle infatuation
the spirit assigned to carry the
stars over earth

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Life stretched into words

nature undressed
of the slosh and polish
spring in my breath

white face letters from
starved earth
easy as eyes closed

let loose from how to
fresh sheets for paradise
to begin anew


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