11:35 pm 2.10.2010 There are gods in whispers forgotten They hide between the strands of light So fine, so unrevealed Pleasant hellos scratched deep in the walls of echos I can never hear clearly enough I remember you told me of a day. I was so happy. Your words built rows of undetectable pillars My soul was light and breathed in the yellow of the Sun Exhaling tiny pixels of smiles that settled in the curl of your hair Hail Neptune! Hand me my goggles. The surface closes. My thoughts fall on the powdered wings of moths. Silence mushrooms up, a cloud daring me to speak.. 02.11.2010 7:45pm What can I say of my beloved that has not been wept in woven hands of joy? “You are the only thing”? Clearly you are not. My life is full. “I couldn’t live without you”? I can and would in your honor. The sky presented me with songs that lined the clouds silver. Notes teased like the red fringe. Such proclamations I should not publicize, I know. These I keep for the meadow at night. Specs of light or maybe electrons or something. I see them in your finger tips when you wave goodbye Traveling into my eye’s very center. Waiting is floating and never sacrifice.
02.14.2010 7:25pm Elixer of love! Where be the? In the caves of my hollowed So sweet. You kill the sweet meter. Your cutiness surrounds me. A gang. I give up again. There is no way to resist. I eat it up like gumdrops or muffins delivered at midnight I squish you once, twice and thrice into my heart! There you shall find eternal shelter with my ancestors and ashes gold ........................................ I remember telling you the story of when you came in through my window Your patience surfaced to listen surprising me You stayed the length of it then were gone You knew to come back at the end of my smile or not for months So you could see me smile again. I needed more so I dumped you. 11:15pm The brilliance of my love does not exist in fingertips It is in the truth of bones, the marrow that creates future (of a future creating soul) Unlike the forest that greets the night with leaves curled within I unfurl revealing all. Imperfection. Perfection. I know not the difference. Graphs and statistics can not chart this. It has no means of measure. No judgement. No glory, just that which is and shall be. Truth nor bones have expectations. They have themselves only. Giving structure. Something to flesh out. Here are my bare branches, bones on which to grow. Love evolves in each bud You arrive like Spring I can not help but bloom
You know my unspoken and accept it as truth For this I cherish and squeeze you close to me My past psychically rinses over you. You hold me closer. Compassion is a love and stronger than passion Igniting more in me than and
To the Boy on the C train. How dare your hair do that to me?! One little curl and I flip. Your eyes don’t pass my way though I urge them to. Doors open and close and you are gone.