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Architect

You speak of your heartbreak
in the accents of earthquakes and famine
with the unease of a first tongue
I have watched you build yourself like an architect
who counts down the days to her own ruins

How many ashes have you plucked
from the Alexandria of your eyes
Declaring yourself a crumbling Babylon
a river between your knees
ready to buckle under the zeal of the men made gods
you build your gates around
Erecting of yourself a Roman expanse
an empire ever in search of beauty
holding so tight to the sword of Michael in your west,
the horn of Gabriel in your east

For My Mother - At Her Funeral (Someday)

Blue butterflies
On my mother's wall
Pinned
Parched
Passed.

Cobalt dream bug
In a collapsed lung
Trapped
By a ribcage;
Her beating heart.

Twilight sky
Unaffecting echo
She lived
I'm sure
She did.

Dusted dull wings
Jesus won't find
In the casement
Or the bruise on the glass
Were her powdered lips to talk

She'd say
She never flew
And
Maybe
I flew too far.

Blue butterflies
Cobalt dream bug
Twilight sky
Dusted dull wings
She'd say

On my mother's wall
In a collapsed lung
Unaffecting echo
Jesus won't find
She never flew...

Pinned
Trapped
She lived

Love is not a stomach to be filled when you are hungry

love is not a stomach to be filled when you are hungry

love is not a stomach to be filled when you are hungry

love is not a stomach to be filled when you are hungry

My mouth has been a butcher shop

Salting meat for later days

Instead of speaking

These hands have been a waiting room

Holding my best intentions.

Hands on clocks chasing nerves.

Feet stuck on tracks- stalling.

My teeth like railroad ties

Tracing trains of thought back to where home once was.

You turn away from me

Like pages.

My Census Box Should Read...

peach with red blotches
sweet but hard to ripen
and when i am i bruise easy
I am constantly trying
to give creative definitions
of whiteness that mean
it’s ridiculous I am
not constantly trying
to be honest I am
trying to be liked
I am a dunce or
Royalty let me know
what you want with
body-language beyond
skin I am scared to
instigate transcendence
I am scared to be
Confidence I am
Black as ink in
a white bic pen
bleeding
in your pocket
and I only sort of
know what I mean by that
know what I mean?

Christian

Lives lived in overdrive,
running hard into the night,

always moving,
from the light,

we take the time,
whether near nor far

all I am
is all you are.

Thirsty Soul

Love, darling, is you.
Your love cascaded down the waterfalls of your heart.
To my thirsty soul.
Your love filled the crevices of my life.
Your love is my lighthouse.
My beacon in the night.
I found home in your heart.

Sweet Whispers On The Wind

Our love was whispered on the wind.
Everything was right when we held each other.
So very tight.

Our love was reflected by the moon.
Our song of love.
We could hear the wind croon.

The wind whispered.
Trust your heart.
Go with your feelings.
This sweet love you'll always be needing.

We were so close I could feel her heart beating.
See the love and passion in her eyes.
One so lovely in the evening.
And lovelier at sunrise.

Kiss In The Wind

Birds fly.
Eagles soar.
For your love my heart roars.

A baby is born.
New life begins.
Love was born from a kiss in the wind.

I loved you in the beginning.
I'll love you til the end.
Our love began.
With a sweet kiss in the wind.

The Night Wind

The night wind sings a song of love.
It carries the spirits of sweethearts.
To the heavens above.

The night wind blows sweet romance.
Upon its breezes.
The souls of lovers dance.

The night wind blows very cool.
Tonight, love and romance rule.

A Night Like This

I gaze into the night sky.
The moon smiles.
The stars wink.
Deeper into my sweetheart's arms I sink.

I inhale the fresh spring air.
And tenderly stroke my sweetheart's hair.
A shooting star streaks across the sky.
Our love takes wings and fly.

Her charms I could never resist.
Two hearts floating in ecstasy on a night like this.