The Night stand

you and I
and the sleeping breath
moving inside backwards
into an early night
hands
holding on the unforgettable
rhythm 
of hearts run through
ever ever held
at this point 


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The Two Mads

 do not tell thee how to be mad .



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The Frame and the Door

alternating close woven
breathing life in two
the beings are white feel  warmth and ache
with pleasure
being you there translucent. skin
pressed into endlessness



.....

say cheese

Bell the whole and white

trying to float arrows in the sky
wondering at least resembling
what a wave in the sea is
a wave that is also a pulse 
airily slow
the click 
of reality
answers dear me


...

The dark morning runs quietly

quiet
Hands clasped to morning air
a school of songbirds fly 

the night breathes between us
held tight stars spitting candles
where nature and earth conquer
words themselves

my soul enjoys your company



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From a horse that loves you

If  I was not a horse

I could be your moon

your word's writing fluid

mounted on the sky



trusting in myself

loving you all ways

..


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if the sun that shines could feel

Never closer from I
You may not be 
last or only 
She

Buried in sun
round eyes
eyes ordinary with love
as If the sun that shines could feel



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Still with you

I walk and wonder if you are near
ground smiling
dreamy earth spreading its past into a knowledge of stars

complex particles moving
towards a clearer vision
against all movement
as my heart is carried past meaning
and ignited dreams


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mixed together

silence passes as the sun does
as the birds open a passageway
into being

words imperfect together
sparking between up and down
heartbeats


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a view into the evening

Eyeless fish swim about a buried treasure
drowned in the cold sweeping of salt over gold.
reinvented
marine
pictures of
promise washing over speech

a hundred years tug along
and whereabouts now only known
like the sign at the crossing of a road

what if freedom casts a shadow like
a closed window marking the way out
and before we go
reaches through space as
breath dances whole over us and swallows night
and removes everything
floating us back in two into
what love is




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The anti-bophemus shield

unseen as history
existence
like interest or the notion of clouds
  in perspective

  the turns that fade me
into this reflection
save the life present in each moment 




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