two sunrises this morning
The one of your face, the other outside your window
One, redder than the sweetest hell, you put me through
The other, safe and sound, to stare right in
Beam into all of my skin, peachy earth, my peachier love
so I can too, rise for you
You’re what I was inviting
Zooming in and never out, head is now a socket
It’s face in my pocket, the mirrors I pass, can only see you
Dangling you, clanking away on my behalf
Oh, traced me
A vessel body waiting for something, a million different sea’s surrounding.
A shore body, still, and she’s looking, a million different sea’s surrounding.
We just keep losing, depending on these whimsical currents
Mindful light came in wet, like a flower who’s tasted
the last of the sky’s offering.
Though I live like the cants do.
I notice inexhaustibly, with jumbo clarity.
When our touches meet, the cold brain in my skin,
shivers, acutely.
Why is my body so smart?
To unwind the day with you, thy stance could ask for nothing dreamier
My life headed towards a better tomb,
cause you made your home, my hands
We are all dying on the outside
yet it’s better for our inside’s
I was a leaf, not a tree of a man
though a tree cannot fully be without leaves
and to the wind that has brought you to me
I draw together my hands, to feel the dreamiest of things
Neighboring entirety like the rose bed completed
Only baby roses left, awaiting your kisses to open them
akin to our love, their thorn’s will beset on our love
either way
Just because you’re use to something, doesn’t make it right for you
and the roses smell selfsame for us
either way
I held her in a dream, with arm’s wrapped around her backbone
A dream with arm’s shaped of a bed
I felt the light turn off, in this dream with no head
This dream without knee’s to ever be reborn again
Dreams with no limb’s, are for certain whims
A man’s bout with dreams, is a man’s unfolding mean’s
You two are a team, interchangeable, the same
Life’s but a bow to the indivisibility of love without frame
When loves on the floor, you cannot pick it back up
Death and the heart, a two-edged incentive
cling onto both like your skin clings to you
death-a neutral land, where there’s no room to die again
no kingdoms of stomachs to fill with each other’s meats
love and pain, the two-headed bird with no wings or mouth.
To signal north or south
The origin of whims, the heart I call forth
dig me a grave, where my dirt is at peace
the heart can be soil, plant in it death
so you know what it’s like, where nothing can be
it stands me upright so I move the day along
with my feet who are relieved they can be
uprooted to motion your laughter
not knowing that goodness blooms upside down
to be good is to be deep deep in the ground
when a reason hits light, do not use effuse the ground
My eyes, two lighthouses. I have a future that swears by them
they’re my best mirrors. The projector in mind is a worthwhile mouth
with the teeth of a blind man who grinds the sea’s, watery
He left us all with the fortune of sight
to see; water is life in waterless form
the ones that are watery not yet
sodden with a love up to my neck
I cannot feel you with my head
As the clock turns me wiser
I get denser with love, A family love
who loses all its hair and looks
because of a tilted head
