Shivering children, hearts which burn of eternal seasons, we are
cloaked rich in generous silence, held in birch wood hands
kissing the mouths of honeyed stars,
juniper corsets laced along frosted
all eyes, beloveds, search wide the dressings
of the wind.
We are threading this life we breathe through a keyhole
tiny snow birds on pine wings on trees,
arms around circles of smoke skin
Summon clarity, summon release,
drink this wine and remember these
ours is an unspoken language
taught by the teachers
Seek with fever the home inside yourselves, hold close to you a foreign distance,
this life of returns,
touch softly upon her walls of shadows
in dreams which bloom on cinnamon ghosts
bathe your pale bodies in milk streams
falling water gently on knees.
This winter night has been ever long, hard and cold
as rock reflects the light of the moon and reveals her features.
In this dark house we learn to listen
and to sing.
We are delivered:
womb into womb.
Be gentle, we are
not yet fully
Flocks of wings fell from a covetous sky as I was dancing barefoot along the edge of
sickle blades beheld in your eyes,
razors cut straight into
an alabaster wind and all I have in this cruel world is a
blood wine offering to my ungodly thirst
standing once removed
at a mirror gazing into
the first orgasmic pulse of the universe.
To crave you is adoption of strange distortion, black flames wet with resplendent poison;
I am fertile, the depths of my shadows have
Temptress, goddess, luna, luna, luna Diana,
deliverance, solar bodies locked in iron chairs
bending back against blue celestial walls.
You are the ancient guiding light when the galaxies are riotous clouds in my
What of the promise which swallows the tears of dying stars
this bone cold ocean of downturned faces
as the earth cries out for her own rebirth
snakes around my infectious words;
ghost lovers in soft willow frames, ecstatic oblivious rotation,
lost minds spinning on axis upon a thimble
dressing and undressing us in rose water and sage.
The crystal globes inside you are melting time beneath my fevered skin
as I insert you, blessed dark heaven between my fingers and my thighs,
tragedy and faith forever bound;
our secrets have become
of an unrelenting
Bone to cheek
we eclipse each other
she walks within me as I am left
shadow bodies, horses standing still at the gate.
I would trade my pain for pleasure, disconnect my jaw from my
heart if only
there were a way to separate the two.
Collections taken up in the spiral of this dark sea bed, breathing:
stars the taste of lavender liquid thunder,
my eyes held in her
reflected at the count of ten, mirrors on
soft ivory angel wings bend in the clouds on fire, tongues of old in the mouths of
newborn creatures born quietly shrieking
all over the world the little lights are hungry,
hills in flames and I am the rain cascading
as she falls through me time and time
ash into ash disintegrating.
What I have done is the emerald chalice of mine
these sins to which she is
blind as I am
sowing seeds in the tears of this sickness
clutching its beak at the nape of my neck.
To be alone is to be
the circling song of her thin disruptive fingers
golden chains braided between her translucent breasts
bewitching in the mouth on the mouth
of my own death.
I knew it was time to begin again
Collect the slim beats of my disfigured heart
and each one of her tender pieces
into a somber fading evening twilight
of the soul,
tuck my bruised bones
into a nest of ambient solitude
and listen to every raindrop
tell its story.
the ways in which I had been torn apart
would heal again back together
and leave a new kind of scar,
the kind I would have to learn
to wear in the daylight
November is a bare bedroom welcoming the dying of light
my waiting skin
crystal white powder on pines
you are pink sky spreading
we begin to bleed the salt of oceans, to blend;
water returning always to water
eyes reflecting pools and we
full to the pulsing throat of a scourging
drawn at the reverent knees by this ecstatic
to taste each other slow.
we are the way a frozen winter’s night builds fires
inside the hollow frames of animal bodies,
smoke in our lungs
tongues and flames in our teeth