The moon

The moon talked to me last night
I couldn’t hear her voice well
She spoke of a laundromat
An empty street on a summer’s night
I read Baldwin in a tiny Japanese house
In a tiny bedroom
I smoked minted cigarettes on the balcony
And ate rice balls at 2 A.M.
The moon talked to me every night
Back then
Now I law below a flowered ceiling
The wine went to my head
And the moon speaks to me again
She speaks of laundromats
I guess
She forgot your name.

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soft awakenings

i can swear there were
flowers
blooming
at the corner of your eye this morning

soft awakenings
tongue on lips and lips on tongue

i can swear there were
horses
galloping the distance
between your heart
and mine

infinite songs
i can recall now
hold me hold me hold me

i can swear there were
flowers
blooming
at the corner of your eye

this morning

I heard your name.

I will always remember the first time
I heard your name

I laughed –

And have laughed ever since.

Dynamics

I can’t figure out
If our bits and pieces
Are falling back into place
Or if you are deconstructing
All of me

Tell me
Is this easy
Or is there a part of you
That looks at me from the magnifying glass
Waiting for me to burn?

Road Maps To Heaven

Looking through the hourglass
Hearing tinting wishes in the background
There’s a tree of sadness and yearning growing in my chest
Roots in my hands grabbing rushing bodies
The need to be loved and be touched
The fear to look you in the eye

Dilated pupils open forbidden windows
We jump for our deaths in the pursuit of dreams
I look for stillness and quiet in my soul
Stretch for sobriety and reaching for the clear
With pounding beats drumming  in my ears

Looking through the hourglass
Freeze the flight and let it sink in
Each drop of rain shapes my being
Rivers and hurricanes hit me
A broken body shaped by ruthless beauty

I starve both physically and spiritually
Blurry vision and inescapable clarity
Let myself fall onto a soft pillow of darkness
Sink into sleep and try not to wake up
Maybe if I don’t look at your lips
I’ll hurt harder but faster
Maybe if I fight against your gravity
I’ll escape inevitability

There’s a tree growing in my chest
All the words are written on my skin
Tattooed prayers and road maps to heaven
Let the branches pierce my skin
Let me grow beyond this body
Let me be infinite in my weakness

Let it be.