come_what_mayy

Oceans of broken glass
that we must walk over
the green field at night
with jellyfish that float by:
lovers clutching hands in the cold
the small glance of eyes that rise
out of the shadows the city reaches
arms that draw you to the darkness
of its heart. I look up at the ceiling
lights flickering make strange shapes
out of the sudden! stop don't move
because she holds the moment like a
newborn, then her face collapses into a
the arising explosion of fireworks when
the subtle lines of smile shimmer electric
lies to understanding eyes, mine!
embraced and held like fire to oak


my divine angel who lays invisibly on oyster shells
when i close my eyes it is with yours
when i breath all manner of winds course through
our veins--

oh passionate consolation you give the Grey
monoliths of the city a wavering rebellion
a quiet uprising in the blood of our
fleeting, don't step away so fast, trains
arriving

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she carries a porcelain gun
in her jacket under which she wears
no clothes. there are animals that gather around
her window in new york city.
taking off the covers from the bed
she finds clean new sheets to start
her own personal calendar again.

i find pictures in the waiting room
of the taj mahal, they are of the eyes
you have looked into, while you dream
off your binge from last night.
I put on a cloak of innocence
and leave you again, finding it
exciting to see how easy it becomes.

you take a cab to my place to find out
what is happening, and find me
asleep, while dreaming the walls are covered with ivy
and a tree rises where I had a memory of our kiss
"we are in the dark!" and again you'd hush your voice
finding sharp knives in the instant implosion
from instigation rapidly coursing through your veins

the blood heated by my hands
autumn falling like water from a table top slowly into my mind
--a bird which was the knowledge
of your heart leaves.
'there is shouting...' a silent pause
your blue eyes look left out the window
on the long ride home.