blood flow

you make me feel
past the cloud of words
a different kind of weather
inside
close between two hearts



.

The wobbly legs of life

made new each morning
learning to walk in happiness
to find universal balance
Together
 growing into our own souls

deep window  enigmas significant
as their missing edges

love rain tears of joy
muted dark
brain branches
with stars on them

.



.

shadow of the koala heart

God clouds
rush this world away Into
bright ashes

Dream out the lights
past phrase and imagery

ripping through black ribbons
as religion holds back the dark

somewhere between myself and suffering
a  drop of rain
as far away as  the stars

.

A moment past the sun

The ocean sways
heavy reaching past my eyes

Amore, to comprehend explanations
the less pooling in my heart

and stepping through the shallowest
notes with perfect consciousness

past thorn trees holding speech
I notice I'm holding my teeth tightly

but still feel the gentle tug from a groaning sky
and the kiss from spring rain's
liquid body


...

....

to the higgs boson

If you don't have the time by all means 
please go on without me
I can empty myself of everything but time
It lays beside my soul quietly passive

like the sky's pressure building
slowly  inside our painted landscapes

scrape off the paint you said once 
and then there's nothing   
as nothing knowing nothing

If this is true 
I can wonder,
Looking into your eyes
worth the feeling
the soft length of your
fingers 

like the night gently
pushing across the sky

...

Poodle Ears

..

Because of yesterday

I remove my self as best I can
but can't disrobe my dreams of you
that I am within
my heart  an empty cask
floating down  river

with the
awarenes only of your existence
carrying me 

   winds blow above me
but I only feel the breath of
your soul moving me


past jeweled fins
 under ocean stars
 and into
the smooth churn of your
silky
seas


.

Away to Go

Let's take flight and talk to the sky
tonight
caught in a caring smile 
you got the moon hot with sun spots
tell me 
about that place inside me called
me again as we sink
into this quiet light where everything has ears except us


..

...

Just Looking

Why would I want
to climb Mount Everest
when just looking in
your eyes gets me so much higher?



...

The mockingbird and the thistle

Me,
I am the bird singing with my colored feathers
always dreaming of you


...

solome

1.
mothered on branches
of morning sun

she puts them into
her blackest pan
and flips them
only the way she can

spreading butter like the sun on
its honeymoon

2.
there once was a time
before the sweet dreams you take me to

...

like this

from out cold seeing stars
into a trembling heart

stirring in the very things
prayed for 
these parts of everything
turning slowly like tides   

Today I made sense of it all.

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