Rain spun its web against the outside of my window.
Blackened violets of air
Stung by the electricity of Gods
Swarming the atmosphere
Like golden bees.
Where one hears a scream
I can only hear whispers
Of my own historic vicissitudes.
Inside of a flash
The sky replicates the ocean
and from 1800 miles
I can smell the coastal storm
As sure as I can feel the
Weathers torrent kiss my skin.

You escape the light of the drapes,
The brisk tremor of morning.
Your breath is warm,
Melting away the wilderness
That grew new life throughout my bones—
Encompassing my loneliness,
Redesigning my nature.
You awaken sentiment
and from the roots of my toes
I feel your animal skins
Tear away at the cloud burying my quintessence.

In dawns of pale shadows
Alone in bed
With clenching fists,
Words as dusty as the time
Elapsed
From when a lovers mouth
Last touched your lips.

Can accidents of my bodies predicted movement
Mend all the ages of heartache
That spread as art furnishing the walls
Of my skin?
The headache
That has formed a rosary of sweat
Across my neck and along my palms?
Can the infinite physics of mathematics
Arouse in me
More mystery,
Under more certain skies?

My body is made of war
With my bones dancing along inside.

When the morning arrives,
I uncover eternity,
From the sun rose over the sea—
Science is silence
and silence is a virtue
I ache to achieve.
But far too often loneliness
Lures out the worst in me.

You haven’t spoke to me
and still
Between the silence of our lungs
I know just how cruel you are.
Without the treason of your tone
I know that you
Are starved for life…
I see the rogues crawling
Behind the cave of your eyes.

Black as night
Double devils of the dark,
I am cradled beneath him—
Or am I tied?
He walks over fire.
He walks free.
The eyes of a choir
Do not fall deaf of me.

I’ve been the outsider in love with love.
With forest fires between finger tips.
In love with
Hunting stars
and reading signs.
In love with
The taste of characters beyond my reach
and their gospels.
In love with
Sampling illusions
and coveting what I already knew
Was never to be mine.
I am a book who chopped down its tree
A longing for life climbing up
From my roots—
Within every fiction
There’s a flicker waiting its turn,
Passion is in my nature
And it’s nature for fire to burn.

I miss him.
Not in waves
Just depth
Darker than death
Dust of salt
Surrounded by seawall.

Her arms wrapped around me,
To embrace me, as if my body
Were the trunk of a tree
and my feet
The roots
From which everything she loves
Has grown.

My forest of foliage
Mimic the moss of her eyes;
and the broken path of birch
Is more comfort than home
As she’s baptized me with the
Sun inside her hands.
From her life I will live longer
Than her legs will ever stand.

I will stop loving you
When the sun has burned away creation—
Effortless, so ablaze
That existence has become darkness
Where the earth dies
Cold and alone, in a galaxy
Rearranged and divided by zero.