Βυθίζομαι μα τώρα μόνο στα ρηχά και αυτό το χέρι άσπρο που δεν ματώνει πια σαν ίσκιος κουβαλάει το φώς που γύρω-γύρω βγαίνει ρηχά νερά μικρή ζωή που αγάπη δεν χορταίνει
i miss the rain sometimes when i’m with you and don’t remember what to do for love The way it runs down on hotel glass how you lie on the whites of well-made beds like desert water How it catches the brown of your hair with small diamonds of light This fire will put the water out, clear the clouds, and stop us i miss the rain
I wish I could describe her moodiness in words, like it really is, like it really makes me feel… It is such an elusive feeling yet so tangible at the same time. Tangible not as in the feeling itself, but the effects that it has on me are so evident they are impossible to hide. If I were to paint it, I would paint a shore full of seashells and seaweed in the retreating tide. A shore almost choked into … Read More
He fills me up in so many ways my D., I find it hard to describe it though I know exactly what it is. I know what He is. He is with whom I want the sun to find us in the morning, he whom his face I see everywhere during the day, even at work, on my desk on my screen. He makes me open up to him easily, wantingly, like an unpicked flower he travels my body like … Read More
Dear Dennis, I still think of you. Dear Andre, I saw you kiss her. I haven’t looked back. Dear Patrick, You’re just too young. Dear Eric, I said horrible things about you. Your teeth are fine, it’s the rest of you I don’t like. Dear Greg, Thank you for the poem for every single scar. Dear William, I loved you simple. I liked that we would never be “we.” Dear Jay, The bruises fell off eventually. Dear Michael, I’ll never … Read More
Keep your love around, like a knife. all at once you find what was in your mind, hidden nowhere Nowhere is where you went, when not alone. Somewhere is anywhere but here Somewhere is what it used to be And you, torn apart by words that always mean the same, and words that change, – like people. Like people change, to stay the same, to be the same without her Keep your love around like a knife She wears the … Read More
I knew exactly what love looked like – in seventh grade Even though I hadn’t met love yet, if love had wandered into my homeroom, I would’ve recognized him at first glance. Love wore a hemp necklace. I would’ve recognized her at first glance, love wore a tight french braid. Love played acoustic guitar and knew all my favorite Beatles songs. Love wasn’t afraid to ride the bus with me. And I knew, I just must be searching the wrong … Read More
The colourful light in your eyes does not always set in the night, and shadows that hold deeper secrets, they dance where you gaze. In a second in life or a year in some dream, the beauty, the pain, is the same. Those loving eyes, like ancient people that sleep on some hill, their armies are resting and history seems to stand still. Beauty and pain rest always in a timeless sea: in our soul. for when something is burned there … Read More
Desert hills in your eyes, gentle lows, smallest sighs.I am descending upon you, inside.Into this sea of calm, beauty’s child in my arms, smallest winters, that dance by your side.Tears that run down your face, salty kisses; small oceans with planets of life. Lips that meet are not sealed, secret destinies fill, the small of your back as you rise.Spiral galaxies spread, in a small flower stay; so suspended.Like the animate truth of our temple of flesh, now fiery, severed … Read More
I thought the time between us was a lot, i thought he lived forever and had not, fought all those wars in vain: for freedom only. lived all those deaths in vain: for country only. I thought the time between us was a lot, when I would able be to say what’s not, easy to write when said; to say as written. To spend a whole small life and never say i love you for whatever i don’t know, I … Read More