my portable moonlight
lulling me into loving life -
a seductress with your
impermanent posture
pulls me toward a terrifying
peace
i have not tried
hard enough
i have not cried
long enough
to know the
spoils of good love
you blunt me and
you enmeek the brimming
crowds that soon
yield at the knees;
the sky a sable oyster
and you a cunning pearl
i have no impostor
in my bed at night:
my passion is a
greed for something
hot and brutal
and eclipsing
so...
Wednesday, July 27, 2016
Friday, July 22, 2016
you
the pursuit of
your leisure is the
oxygen of my love:
your untensing
your fists released
your loins gone back to meekness
and our repose
is not unlike
being drowsy in the
sun of an open window
on a day
meant for labor
yours is a metaphor
found unfurling
in the language
of your limbs: they speak
in rising waves
of a tidal pool
bees tending to their
peonies below the
window
are lovers tending loves
after all
and you tend me
the waning light that
passes...
Monday, July 18, 2016
she takes a lover
and the man kisses his lady,
watches her drive
from their home to
meet her lover,
the swollen sky a'dusk
is the color of plum
and the garden beds emit
green flavors and the scent
of a lulling fertility;
on the ear
the sounds of
calling crickets
and in his chest
the night breathing
opposes his own;
his lungs pressed upon by
an unexplored thought
while something low stirs
and he sees the taillights
of their car
some way down the road
and he wonders...
Sunday, July 3, 2016
nearer you
do you still yet find yourself
on a walk down that near lane
eclipsed by the breathing wood
drawn like we once were
by the worn latch of the cabin door
that led onto aged pine boards
into familiar gray-lit chambers
induced as blood is
into the vessel of life
and do you still yet find yourself
treading among a
breeze of souls
impelled toward
a day's worth of
languid summer business
of late breakfasts
of cool swims
of play-in-pines
we boys were...
