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Beyond this common realm of beauty,
let me dive
in the deepest dimension, where
i can swim across an unfailing wash
of constellations,
feel the first touch of early dawn,
and that moment,
that warmth,
right before you move into me:
when my eyes close and our breaths hitch
and the quixotic wash
of stars settle on our skin like dew,
sweet,
ambrosial,
the cooling adjustment to love
weightless in the air.
Dive with me,
in this place unfamiliar of time.
let me dive
in the deepest dimension, where
i can swim across an unfailing wash
of constellations,
feel the first touch of early dawn,
and that moment,
that warmth,
right before you move into me:
when my eyes close and our breaths hitch
and the quixotic wash
of stars settle on our skin like dew,
sweet,
ambrosial,
the cooling adjustment to love
weightless in the air.
Dive with me,
in this place unfamiliar of time.
Literature
coda
under tangerine skies,
you pulse and I
fall short
seeking diamonds
from the whites in your eyes
and finding sacred
how your back talks to me.
you drop your bits of nowhere
for me to scavenge,
never rash enough to hunt
but I think I'm done
whetting the leftovers
of your summer -
I think
my leaves look fine
without your color.
Literature
untitled
in the dream
I stand on the tracks
illuminated by a light that grows exponentially brighter, closer
I realize this means train
this means run
But I cannot move
and so I blink and blink
until I am elsewhere
the side of a Texan highway
this time a log truck crashing towards me
there is no escaping this need to escape
I am forced to be okay with living
in a world where apologies are withheld
& everything goes on as if nothing has gone on
I still wake with my hand between my legs,
guarding,
my fingers a chain-link fence that keeps nothing out
this time, my lover wakes me caressing and I cry
out in pleasure, I cry
until I am just crying
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Literature
Three Views of Death
1.
she is sitting on the stairs
she holds her knees
close
to the center
of her body
her mother is by the couch
her eyes full
like a glass
of untouched water
there are voices
in the kitchen
-speaking soft
she doesn't know them
the yellow light
of the living room
moves with
distant shadows
she breathes
she doesn't think
about her brother
she doesn't
think
2.
church windows
hidden sun
shedding light
i remember
the carpet moving
green shadow
flat beneath the weight
of my feet
his face is
sudden
pale and
too soft
one hand
folded white
over the other
i feel a silence
waiting
teeth folded
in the heavy dark
swollen like a river
3.
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