now

Our currency

sides in teas,

and flowing fabrics,

and thousands of

hundred dollar shoes

only worn for

one weak time

causing so much pain,

but torture

willingly permitted

is really an

ill-fated quest

to recapture what we were.

May 5th

Sweet breath lingers long

After those grassy waves ceased cresting,

Flowing, through the

Alcoves and annexes

of my mind.

Finding hidden places-

I never meant to expose.

Waiting, at Nature's head,

For some sign of disapproval

That still has yet to come.

Seeping in hidden poison

Curled against the edges of their tongues,

Wrapped in clouds stretching thin with time.

Sealing my sight,

Inside a tangle of lights and limbs,

Releasing my secret heart

Through syllables spoken low and languid

Between your body and mine,

Creating perfection

For this moment's life.

5-5

Love me lightly, pure and true,

Love me gently in all you do,

Love me with your hands and eyes,

Love me under fading skies.

The Book

Hold, my heart-

my September heart-

in my hands,

a moment

held captive,

green,

leathery,

covered in

left-over spring.

A gift

never given,

not from

this point of view.

Growing with months,

three quarters full,

until I

shut

down

with the last leaf

hoping to keep secret

the sacred side

of me.

I gave you

my September soul

all wrapped up

in brown,

edited

hastily down,

a copy of

my once true self.

I want to keep

this greenery.

Still it burns up

my hands,

arms,

to that place

where memory resides,

behind beats

and below breath.

I pack it away

saved

for another time,

for now is

too soon to renew

my September self.

You Talk of Beauty

Diana gazes down,

Streaming in delight

At our late night wanderings.

Teasing, touching,

Laughing at those suicidal

little boys,

Their lives seeping away

through their smoke,

Who stare-

obviously jealous-

of your pretty park-mate.

Your eyes find mine amidst the

Moonlight-

A knowing glance.

You talk of beauty

And it means so much more

from a man of few words.

4-26

Wishing to race across open fields

In this early summer,

Same as before,

I stop. Catch my breath

Before we've even begun.

I start once more,

Taking measured steps,

You offer your hand.

Each time I try to fly

You pull me back

Into strong, knowing arms.

To break me would be your worst regret.

Calming me with cool kisses

Across my neck and shoulders,

You whisper sense back into my

Desensitized brain,

Slowly awakening a beauty

I never knew.

Through the tips of our

Intertwined hands you speak

Consonants full of nails and teeth,

Vowels sweet with sweat and sun,

Inviting me to sit,

enjoy, luxuriate in

These too soon summer days.

semi-same

The difference of our semi-same beginnings

Grows vaster with the days.

Black scratches fading in these new

New shining mornings.

A year and yet he's with me still.

A year and yet I've learned his will.

Who knew that moments such as these

Could cover pains of forced betrayal.

You never meant to wound me.

You never knew your way...

I'm back to thoughts of these brand new beginnings.

Better than the last.

Calmer than the dew.

A normal beginning...

This is something completely new.

I gave up...

...on the 30 for April project. Obviously. School/finals overtook my life, so sadly I stopped having time to update this. That doesn't mean I stopped writing though, just not as much as I was. I have some things I'm working on, some new things to post soon... should be some good stuff happening :)