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Sailing

Sailing

All our friends are ships at sea
Sailing straight into the storm
They will weather the storm
Becoming stronger for it
Or maybe they will not
We can’t do anything about that
So make me this one promise
Love me here, love me now
For we have nowhere else

When you set sail tomorrow, take this diary
Write me every day you’re gone
Tell me everything you see, touch, and hear
The sharp scent of saltwater
The impermanent paths gulls trace through haze then disappear
Your boot heels hammering the deck
When you stride fearlessly from port to starboard
Scanning the horizon with eyes as keen as raptors’

Keep this diary somewhere safe, under lock and key
Its fragile parchment sealed from water, air, and time
So that if we never meet again
I might hold the hope of rediscovering you in its pages
Long after the storms have exhausted their anger
The rains have satiated their thirst
And the sea has settled flat and calm like steel
Sheathed in its scabbard and laid to rest


Puppet

Puppet

You could make me, you know
I would have everything but a soul
Just the one already in you
But never my own
Not one that animates itself
To look back into your eyes

That’s alright
I’ll see you when you sleep
And sometimes here
In some small way
We will always have our dance
This implacable music
Until they shut it off


Copper

Copper

Your green eyes
Burned with a fearless flame
Barium torches sparking, shimmering
Copper colliding with the sun

Strands of red hair fell across your face
A strontium shadow obscuring your reflection
Then tossed aside
You knew how this world was made

Let me bathe in your blazing beauty one more time
Before this brief night is torn asunder
Let the secret songbird in your hands take flight
To carve intangible melodies across the sky

Then come to rest, to nest, in our hidden temple
Our inaccessible and sheltered purity
Where silence drowns out noise
You taught me how this world was made


Impression

Impression

Others came before you
Some with leaden feet
Stamping pathways in the dirt
Others with a touch so light
Scratching patterns with a fingernail in the frost
They melted in the afternoon sun

Now here is the print of your palm
Here is the pattern of your iris
Take this linen for your clothes
And then your glowing skin
Wearing an image of two hearts pressed together
A Mesozoic leaf outlined in stone
A jaguar


Roses

Roses

She requested a single promise
One unbreakable bond
And then we left roses

What makes you feel safe and secure?
Is it worth what makes you feel free?
What if you could have them both?

We left behind a wasteland of supermodels staring at the grass
Empty toys, waiting to be filled with limitless desire and
Synthetic passions

I miss the way she touched me
With fingertips or fantasy it made no difference
A word, the way she said my name, she knew me


Seed

Seed

Disfigured dreams grow in anger’s garden
Twisted loves with faces bruised
Fertilized with cyanide, shriveled

Starved of love and sound
Starved of touch for the trespass of living
Crushed for a moment’s amusement

Everything we ever hated
Wanted to abandon or destroy
You unfortunate seeds

Your cause already lost
Your doom already sealed
You have but one future

Pain
and then
nothing


Frogs

Frogs

Born in quiet waters stirred only
By incessant wings of dragonflies
Swimming through the lattice of cat tail shadows
They would end up in paintings
Though not together

As outlines, as fossils yet unearthed
They will not return to that ancient creek
To sing a song much older than us
Whispering in the rushes
Before the dawn of mammals


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