repertoire

your legs are on either side of me
as you lean forward
lips to my sun-kissed complexion
the back side of your palms
graze my definition
adrift on the clouds of memory
alas leaving what I once knew
there is only me
there is only you
morning light peers through my venetian blinds
dreaded the parting
how long can i last?
how long can i hold my breath...

trails in a forest up the mountain and into the ocean

and I think
time
is a fickle thing
and I know
time
doesn't mean
anything

not when you're out wandering

ceiling tiles

just so that you're aware
of all the stutter steps
that one was not necessary
slight of a smile
in your direction
lost in the distant connection
return to sender
no
i'm picking up and starting over
again
yes again
and you're welcome to join me
if you feel compelled.

Le tour du piste

statues in fill light
sink ships with
a single slight
of their hand
to a match
to a box
in the sand
let's just pretend
that I didn't take it
from you
i'm sorry?
but not really
be angry
with me
there's poison
in the bottle
in the back
of the basement
this is where
i might find my content
ease up on me
my back is taught
and my eyes are shot
i swear i won't come round tomorrow.

Eyes Open

I wake up
from a fantasy world
the one I wander through
each night
the one I can never run in
each night
I saw you again
your dark figure glistening through the light
that was bending branches of pine
your arm around mine
and I stutter
each step
each word
you're still taller than i
but only by a little
and your eyes a perfect reflection of this forest
deep and uncanny
cold and lost in the span of time
something tells me
you can't hear a word i'm saying
so you let go.

seascape

I'm going to collapse into flowers
and let the tide measure the hours.

out like a lamb

one week
and a year ago
i thought you'd know
this opulence
that i've come to expect
is just short of what i seem to get
one week is all it takes
one week for your knees to shake
and rustle like the newly grown leaves
in the faded winter breeze
with the sun on my face
my sunken eyes replace
all of what I thought of you
dear girl, you think i'm writing about you
but it's her that i still can't get to
and who is she?
and who is me?
all that i know is that you're not her
and you never were.

swingset

hey there past
what else is new?
you've come in
you've come through
and yet i only smell stale furniture
in a house too big for home
so i'll dust off the window sill
and peer into the backyard
where you've let the lawn
reach unruly heights
and where any memory of this
takes flight.