however a hand involves
an implication, an adaptation
a new poem held by method
found by notes, by sections
deemed for the best
in print here, for the first time
o’ how I wished you knew me
the kissless me
the faultless
that falls upon me
unlike, and profound
glorifying a mighty angel
that sits next to me, and writes
Lined paper is me
Under hands improving the emptiness
Where my nerves hide curving the once upon
A time . .
This morning briskly and modestly
I stretch them
Yawning the noised syllables
My head it’s tiny wants
Where nothing is spoken
Except the trees around me
They twirl talking love
I stare demanding crowns
Crown me recover the child within
Hopeful is what I live to be
Flying among the flowers
Sunburst love attached in a forever
I lie here waiting for dreams
There is a bird inside my chest
He’s afraid to ascend once again
Cautiously seabed him with grace
Don’t speak with your tongue
Fingerprint his head with hums
Above it’s throbbing fate God loved his words
Beak dipping his pen to write
His lines defined wanting to be something else than a bird
With less clothing much less clothing this time
Smelling the waist of other hearts
Primitive odored earth wildly stinging him with the masculine poems
Letter boxes I have kept
Disappointing your metaphors
Dark lipsticks remaining moist
Questioning the veracity
Of my indexed fingers
Blue smoking cigarettes
Flaw bullring truths
Of being born again
In this wartime despair
Moonlighting inquisitions
Keeping your change
Glassing this consciousness of mine
Listening breathing hammering stomachs
Booking Neruda professors suspiciously
Coughing kidney stones succumbing this wait
In this particular
I find most joy
Demanding accuracy
Stalking me true
Cloth obeying fiber
You so ardently sewn
Squinting my eyes
Needling this love to seam
Yellow owls lighting high ranks
Mad miracles watching us fold
Galloping undisguised serenading our dreams
Grandiosely assaulting our flesh
Our absolute suspicions escaped
Thrill mangling our tides to rise
Choosing our blinked moods to romance
In my sibilant harbor my love you are
Satisfying questions for the curious noble souls who’ve just found
