Tag: #poet

Make me swear
To a false worship upon your idle sands.
Weeping to fill in the stars
Too few
In the reflections upon a nighttime
Ocean, stilled in motion.

Crying for the west,
While we raised our eyes to the east.
How long was the horizon?
What was the temperature
To our sensation, in the fire?
Bent wings,
With unchangeable expressions.
Outside the span,
To a nullifying numbness.

Reaching the fade
While waters rose with the somber moon.
Make me love,
Pressuring me down
Towards poison, where I will drown
Inside those kisses that set the crown.

Leave me wide,
Burn me close
From feathers that fell with no rain
To reach their descent, faster
Than the sun would set.

Memories with the book,
The torn photograph.
A summer raincoat
To shield the sadness off shoulders
Where a child’s face had laid.
One more word to utter the first time.

A lifetime ago
With as much, never enough time
To write the draft, differently.
Clocks stop
Only when your lips were smeared,
Only when the fire came most alive
In the salience
For twin shadows being monarchs,
Outside our tombs.

Someone died, long ago
With devotion staking his heart.
Blood rebelled,
Running against the pressure.
A lifetime ago
To rewrite the script
Said aloud, in the eclipse of a crowd.

Only when
Eyes can shut for the third time,
When glances can speak for the second-person,
Bleeding on in the same point of view
With loneliness, without stability
Keeping both props and flesh
Embracing and crashing.

Was it a brief spark
That lit the pathway
Far apart?
While our hearts burned on oil,
Becoming the plume,
The ashes we released from
Lips most kissed, beneath the blue.

Sequence,
With many unfurled sentences
That kept our eyes closed,
Focused on the scars where daylight
Is the evening through,
As morning walks upon the thinnest wire.

Once a beginning
To the sun being born, for our unshielded eyes.
At some lifetime,
An ending began more than we could bury.

Slip past
On the soil that surfaces the sand
With the ocean, aboard.
In love, while winter came soon enough
To cake our vows in white mud.

Was it a brief release,
An abrupt spark
To something that ended in rushing clarity?
Movement to a blur
On the road, heading to your lane
Where the quickest route becomes more narrow
Than our veins with missing blood.

Kisses for trains
Running through tracks, as you
Go through feeble times,
With infanthood in your head.
An egg had fallen
To be the still-born, to be the same weather-worn
Rock of smoothness beneath fading sunlight.
Near a river,
Once the statue carved from a boulder.
Now the pebble, becoming dust.

Ravens overhead,
Hearts that tremble from dread.
Kissing the sunset,
Same with your neutral expression
That folded into another day
For another world.

You gave life
To the smiles, for my witness
In my own mirror.

A part of me
Drains in your steady background,
Dancing on these endless sands.
Alone, in the music of silence.

Would I want the sun to rest?
If in danger, I would.
Would I want the love to end?
If memories can slip as the sand in hands,
I would.

Retracting
Without subtracting.
Withdrawing
With the gun to shoot in the direction
Of your vacant heart, in the dark.

The open field,
Where thunder struck to fuse two forms.
Two eyes to see
Beneath a tarp that holds up
The rain.
It cannot shield us.

We love,
Mystified.
We build,
Being deprived, next to
Our aching oceans.
While walking as Christ upon waves,
We are faithful, and forsaken
While blood
Covers our scars.

A bird lost,
Commitment as the written message
Carved upon burning lips.
A starving mouth,
A wide-open dive
Into the space the sun was dropped.

A sentiment cost
Us, with the roses undone of roots,
While we still held hands.

What love
Was a purchase, not a sale?
What life
Was not stolen, did not resist
Its abduction
To the imprisonment of a heart?

Whose footsteps
Were not covered by the snow?
When lovers walk backwards,
They were disguised.

Whose eyes
Were lifted to the sun?
That bright, blinding spot
That were like motherly arms
To the love that was a guess
To a future without fear.

This far
To the stars,
To the endless sunshine
Where a heart gave its start.
Some ray
From a singular presence.
Some eye
That entered the night.

With a love that never set
Without a moon taking its place.

With a given choice, to flee
From the furthest one can see.

No doubt,
No turnabout
From the sun’s missing presence
Nor from the decadent warmth.
An open wound,
An open heart
That doors cannot close.
Open eyes
To the miracle pressure,
Stopping the bleeding
Without binding the flesh.

Beneath the stones,
Hearts just are
The same stillness in the rush,
Among where empty voices
Are carted
In the night’s wind.

Funerals for
The deepest kiss,
While eyes are never watered
To raise a garden from the soul.
Eyes are discarded
To look upon
The silver vapor from faint breaths
In the mesmerizing winter.

Finding you,
Beneath the waters.
Living in the same state as you,
Beyond borderlines.
Beyond where eyes will close,
A kiss still comes close.

Winter designs itself
From furs that were luxury
Only while warmth was valid.
Hearts in
The rush, beneath the stones.
Funerals for
Our depth, our kiss.
Our bodies burn
With the sinful presence of the sun.

Our cups were emptied
From tears.
Our hearts had poured
With the sickness we had adored.
A love that collects on shorelines,
As the dust upon our eyes,
Within the waters where cold winters
Keep moving our rush,
Our summer fever
To keep staying.

Keep saying
Our love had been the rivers,
Frozen, yet flowing.