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Valentine

Valentinefull lips touch my neck, my breastsand heat is exchanged--dark and damp and vibrating with energy:heatskin slick and smoothpushes past; moves through and breathes inside methis is the magnificence of the rain.this is the sun shining again.this is better than chocolate.

How You Know The World

On Moving Mountains

Matthew 17:20 He said unto them, "Because of your unbelief. For most certainly I tell you, if you have faith as a grain of mustard seed, you will tell this mountain, 'Move from here to there,' and it will move; and nothing will be impossible for you.I woke up thinking, mustard seedhow the seed..

Whom Can I Run To?

Nonsense

There is meaning here. Even when it all feels like nonsense. Or maybe it's only nonsense when we think there is meaning . . . .

Bloom

this living stoneits own poembursts vibrance forth from some grey-blue slitand splitgains momentumgrasping sun's rays.gasping for breathyou marvel at the lifebefore.wonder.It is lifea soft cadence;something akin to love.

What's in the Details?

vesicle

this rock is full of holesbending to drinkhair dips into the cool streamrising, the ends fall down and clingto neck and waterdrops of cold wetfall down the backtickle as they trickle down the spineyou lost in this expandinga void

Seperate

midnight and summer wildthe work of fairy dust magicfireflies and the explosion of colormuted by shadowbluefinally cool enough for a dark walkand a warm handwalking I see mine:emptycrickets rub legs and I remember the sweepof fingertips on a beach so long ago:the entanglement of limbsof usthink how ..

Horrid

This is a poem I wrote when I was in my late twenties.

Lady Killer

this night is sticking clinging like a needy childyou shake offthis night is dying bugs on the eyes deadYou hold the smoking gunYou hold the blankets tight over your headYou pretend you don’t knowYou’re a killer