a single glance

 you look like

youre offered everything,

that slender neck

looks like a beautiful thing,

you hold yourself,

with those eyes,

like looking out,

at what you like,

i see the figure

of you, its like beauty 

incarnate, i want

to taste.

i see it all admiring,

a graceful walk,

a suppleshift,

a hanging thing

in the air

of unsaid stuff

of future touch.

sleeping family

 there is a version

of myself

of us , of me and you,

that waits for times

of dimly lit quiet,

A place somewhere

Versus and them,

Of all the world

Imaginary dinosaurs,

In pittar patter,

& hatched escape plans,

a tight and gentle holding

of accomplishment,

like being warm

and still hours away,

a silence that we create

together,

more than any answer

more than any one thing

between all the conflict

every beautiful thing.

 

a note of love

 my heart aches for you,

so much time,

so hard to see,

all the beauty around you,

it hurts to beat

so far lost in love

i feel you,

i feel you,

i feel you,

so now found

i see you

beating, with every breath.

i could cry a thousand times

not enough

and still not know you

sometimes,

if i had 

everything, itd be 

in front of you

all of it

the passing time

i know it true

that lying next to you

the single greatest thing.

particle shuffle

 think of the axe,

As it tears through a log,

Shattering the core

Of hundreds of years

Broken bare splintered

Ready to burn.

Iron steel

Dense matter

Forged in flames

Made from the heart

Of the tree

As it had died

Buried in time

Unearthed to repeat

All this making / unmaking.

What does it mean?

What secrets does the process

reveal,

What lonely atoms

Lost souls roaming the 

Idea deterministic reality machine.

mirror shot

cute cute

so much sweater

cute. That fire fit,

with clawy nails so friggin cute

savage total soul inspiring

mad distracting,

cute.

why we suffer

totally explosive

mute and dumb

secret wishes and bathroom prayers

in the final moment of life

& being wrong, w/ the penalty of death.

hot food

side salads

bread baskets;

three sets of eyes through the window

waiting and watching

while the wind blows.

and it doesnt matter,

too tired,

eyes close;

love eternal

love forever

love solutions

loving blooms

beautiful love

love and tragedy

so much love

it doesn't matter

eyes close

, but dreams persist

in endless loving wonder

for love remains

and sends a reverberation

across the expanse

of empty.

vacation

 take the cruise

along the river chill

so icey bad its good,

swallow the party,

for a smooth wave,

for a good time,

calling like a way back

when falling kills vibes,

just dont fall anymore,

alls well for real.