Probe my pistils
and my stamen.
the rarest flower,
the chocolate orchid;
Tree of life bends now tree of death,
Will for one, all for naught.
When will arid soul give way to soaring rains?
during her first steps
she cannot see through her eyes on the wings
thus she cleans her inner lens from magnifying –
with every other step she listens to her soles
Will we ever even speak again, like we used
to, like good friends should? Or will a nose be
turned and no words spoken as we walk back out
of each other’s lives. I sometimes wish I knew,
so that the time I waste wondering is not in vain.
See three smiling cousins,
around age eight,
spattered with mud, after
an afternoon spent playing
in the sodden, low spot in the yard
The whereabouts of your mind are anybody’s guess,
Wearing nothing but a smile, you look so well dressed.
I hum, and life is found on a new planet
A melody is created but they only see me walk
They see my curves but not my angles
She departed in a flurry of wings, took flight.
My precious ally has found a new face
Not touched by grief, lack of sleep
And broken dreams.
Longing quantified and articulated
yours is the touch
that lights the forever fires
seethes the trembling earth,
I search and see a foggy future
in clear Waterford crystal.
It shatters as seconds cease
to tick tick on.
A fabric to weave in and out of the one mused most
Enveloped in a theory of strings and mindful news posts
Set up a series of lyrical hosts discovering the deepest cognitive coasts
Visually experiencing the tides of thought in the eyes mind and believing in
Sending messages of safe passage over seas
Weathering storms, disease and all liquid creatures swimming about
Destructive demonstrated dance dialect positioning translation
As dawn breaks, in unison with this heart
Little sounds of you dribble down the gallery
Like pebbles in the stream behind – into my room
As an artist to canvas, in my thoughts, I paint –
Your breast heaving in long, abysmal sighs of content
In cavernous snores of ignorance and bliss
And I – but a wayward ghost in our home
Haunting the very same cracks and crevices
My heart pretended
you were a sound
I could drink
when I went searching
for golden lines full of surprise.
When I walked towards you,
my ears tasted the beat of the earth
and it began to turn
Ringing clear were hundreds of memories
I had kissed freely,
known as all the things you did.
Then in came the rushing sea
crashing into my mind
with waves of everything
you have ever said.
Dreams of unknown melodies become my companions
When the moon sits upon her throne, my love
Far away, more gravitating
Are the quivering stars in the heavens
My life floats within the sun in a blissful perfect peace
Blazing there, high above the tallest trees
In lines, my soul can name