Slipping Still Silent

withering playfully into
impostors
flawlessly mechanical and efficient
like the ancient art of letters
rubbing our shadows off walls
mind gliding hill sweeping
heels slip sweating

the skin
this inherited reality
writes in its own language
writing in each other like the
flowers growing in your blood


...
..

Her smile

as stars walk behind clouds

Her soul speaks to me
in the silence of a distant moon.


 ..

night's eyes

and we disappear, farther
farther
into night's eyes
giving softly to
this moment
saturating into shadow

..

My Soul holds me down here

Machine phrased paused by infinite
breath I stand here
and can't tell space from sound
as if water
with its gentle violence
lands in the way

just like here
my words for god
as if we never looked
each other in the eyes

all threaded together the same
without anything to long for

..

skeleton problem

asleep
in a tuft of fonts
staring out at my own eyes
year after year
without spring
to will
the dead alive

as midnight drives you
to the corner of each eye
the one I love to keep
the night
from falling
asleep


...
.

each moment has a name

wait,
it will be a day like this
a turning of the stars
meeting themselves
each moment full
silenced into music

.
...
..

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


..

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


..

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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