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to the bone
to the bone,feelchills, likefresh December snow,ice,frost on the windows,andI am as a bird,weightless,feathered to depart,to flyto you,whatever may come between,wherever you may be,in a small townor deep amidst the bustle of the city;I willwalk,run,dancewith you,hand in hand,we willkeep each otherwarm,safe,always;you arein my heartas I am in yours,it is here,no matter the weather,together:all we need,to bewhere … Continue reading to the bone
Proximity
It is snowing gently here, an even distribution of small, white flakes in all directions, as if there is a frozen fog slowly descending around my home.I cannot help but think of you, as I find myself doing almost always these days, and as I bring your image to mind, I wonder at how your … Continue reading Proximity
Born Apart
For you. We were born apart,Have beenSearching, calling out,Hands in dirt, grasping in the dark,UntilAt last alone we grow still,No beat in old heart,Flame flickers and grows cold,Wax wick body,Warm will soul,End again to restart,Re-lit a new,Slow death and burst rebirth,False / true,Zero / one,Until two,Not doneUntil I find you,And now I’ve foundYou,And I won’t … Continue reading Born Apart
I Love You So
For you, my dear. This year has brought so much to me,I feel so truly blessed,Of all the joys which I’ve received,My darling you’re the best. The love you showMakes my heart glow,I cannot help but smile,When I think of youAnd all you do,Your sweet and caring style. I am filled with admiration,Adoration,Inspired, in oh, … Continue reading I Love You So
About Clouds
I thought I saw your face,just like in my dreams,but it was just a cloud,only a memory it seems. Now the rain is falling down,and I am wondering,justthinking out loudabout clouds…and how…if I pulled them from the sky,down to the ground,if I wore them like a gownwould I finally belike you;would I be pretty too? … Continue reading About Clouds
sisifis is
a smell like lonelysex andneglecthair in matted curls fallingover shouldersskin in flakesspilling likewastefluids on bareumbilical remnantforming thinkingof wetplacesfaceshardspaces likebasements floodedboxes of old photoshistory andlit candlesflickeringcarriedoutset in the sun to dry “are you okay?”honest eyes withworry and a bit ofpityenough to push overlucka balance strucklike a coin on its sideno heads or tailswin/losssuccess or failblame prideall … Continue reading sisifis is
On Letting Go
I miss you more than you will ever know,but I’ve been working hard on letting go. INever thought you’d bein myevery thought,every dream,every sigh,every scream,every sight,every sound,yet in my life:never around,webelieved we had founddestiny,“meant to be”together;it broke my heartto see,apart,ties severed,plain as day:your blackbird wings were made to fly free,to carry you away,from me. Knowing … Continue reading On Letting Go
A Place to Call My Own (Home 2)
Part One: An Expression of Self (Home 1) Skin clings to bone likeHome:A place to call my own,A foreign word,In a near-forgotten phrase,I have not known inOh, so many ways,Distant now inTime and space,A remnant ofPrior days,Save for warm embrace,Sacred moments withMy twin flame,Warmed by the smile onYour face,Until the moment fades andFlies away,As a … Continue reading A Place to Call My Own (Home 2)
An Expression of Self (Home 1)
Part Two: A Place to Call My Own (Home 2) An expression ofSelfNot always pretty lines and floral printNot alwaysGreen grass and candles, lit Dark mass on dirt earth, feetThe smell of piss/sweat/breath/ taste meSalt and bits of flesh in teeth and underneathFingernails cracked and growingYellow smoke in the air blowingLungs worn and ragged asWood … Continue reading An Expression of Self (Home 1)
In Absence of
For Lucy, and for the turning of the soil. …and just like that, the glorious pink and purple flourishes fade,as “sunset” becomes greyscale clouds on an ever-darker horizon. We walk next door,to the supermarket that smells of bleach, medicine, and warm plastic,the lighting reminiscent of the scene in which the tired travelers stop at a … Continue reading In Absence of
Not to Die Alone
As I climbed into my bed the other night,I found in the sheets a wasp at the end of its life. The insect seemed to me confused,desperate for answers as to why it’s body had begun to fail after so many days of reliability,once-powerful wings, no longer capable of flight,legs twitching at times without being … Continue reading Not to Die Alone
In the Leaves
For you, now. what lieshiddenin the leaves,behind minutes, hours,in time,hopes and dreams,ours,is and was,still could/may nevercome to be,yet to be seenby eyesblue and green,yours and mine,us and weknow one thing:I still love you,just as I know youstill love me,always will,and so, still,wewait, patient,calm and serene;you give your all,I give youall of me,all that comes to … Continue reading In the Leaves
Path
Written in collaboration with Nataliyshka from Belarus. My sincere gratitude for the inspiration and light you have brought to life today. Nataliyshka:Сухая пустыня, выжжена земляНет жизни, только песок и жараЖжет огонь и не даёт расти.Выжигает жизнь на своем пути.Суша встречает капли дождя.Шепчет ” я благодарю тебя” (Dry desert, scorched earth.No life, just sand and heat.Burns … Continue reading Path
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Objects, and the Distance Between Them 