Opera of the Universal Heart

Still, I hear
the call of ghosts
angels or demons
they sigh of love
loss and desire

drawn, to the secret
light of my heart
they orchestrate a symphony
for the benefit of all

this is the opening act
that is not my voice
here I wait in the wings
naturally unfolding, love

now here

I keep looking
for the right thing to say
discard it for something simpler
then saying nothing, or worse

if I thought we could find love
in a perfectly turned phrase
there wouldn't be this fear of words
hidden behind my thoughts

I tried to give you what I have
to tell you where I think I am
but I am such a tiny speck
in time's eye, I get lost

a shot in the dark

Don't jump the gun,
will you, hun,
I'm feeling loaded
and I know how you like to run

Bright Eyes, Rosy Cheeks

(I'll smell like heather, you: like leather)

I'll bring the honey, you bring the cream
I'll make the tea, you can set me free

Recurring

what if
there is a certain amount
of your flesh
that belongs to me
still returning after ages to find me
last night I woke to my life
where you live with me
I hear you, you laugh
this is serious and it feels so heavy
how far can you throw it
I want to ride with you forever
the wind in my hair, playing the part
of your hands, your second pair of eyes
there is nothing ordinary about this
except that when I ask you if we'll wake up
I do,
alone with the heaviness of you that remains





2/2/2013  

Be All, End All

perhaps, it is
love in action
this determination
not to have anything
to say nothing
let be, everything

understudy

symbols stand in for meaning
actions stand in for love
thoughts stand in for reason
and my smile stands in for me

inter love

he brings me the bodies of his lovers, like a cat

having tasted the blood of prey

his own belly full on carcass already discarded

I am offered seconds

still a thought, provided for

pride and plasma leaking from his grin

stopping long enough to deposit 

this conquest at my feet 

I should be pleased 

A Tribute, To Response


by the way I feel
you'd think I'd be embarrassed
of this divine discontent
of this staked claim
 that it's god's right
to hold me
the fool, a child, relentless
 as this world of stories and it's insistence
on staying in line with the rhyme

this is more than just growing older
 this is the substance and meaning that are worthy of keeping *my* attention,
there is no unreason greater than realm of what I want