learning how to stand

while dancing with scissors
i found you
and let myself go.
once, a wanderer
and now-
fastened,
but with sparkle still
and
stories
that would unravel
hearts.
i am learning how to stand-
the ground
still haunts me.

requiem

it is
telling,
how you
could
become
cold
and
mechanical
in
my wake.

Hand-me-downs

We could
retreat
back
into
the same
exact
situation.
War in our souls.
Trying to
better
our babies'
lives
by
allowing
ourselves
to be
crucified,
all over again-
at the hands
of
the ones who
held our
hearts.
Falling down
again-
might not hurt
as bad
the second time around.
We say.

Ophthalmologist

You say
love.
I don't
see
it.
And
I've never
been
diagnosed
with glaucoma.

wiping my feet before I enter

Barely dry from the rain
that seems to bless us every day
here
in the Spring.
She washes her hands clean
of the debris
left on
by earlier devotions.
Just become dark
by the fire,
breathing smoke,
waiting for the stars
to show their wiley eyes
over top of us both.
Half asleep,
drunk enough on rain
and daily clutter.
For this
she
wandered halfway
across the planet
and back.
It is brilliant
to be pure light.
I am
wiping my feet before I enter.

While Thinking No One Sees

There he is
emptying his trash
in the dumpster,
remnants of his
insecurities
and addictions,
recyclables,
yard "waste,"
barrel upon barrel of
tin and plastic,
wood and paper.
The plastic will stay.
The wind in his hair,
and the dusty, trustless
ways of this
ignorant
society,
with its dumpsters
and its tricksters,
and all of the by-products
of a lack of
love.

You shine

You shine
like light through
black shadows
after
wind falls.

I lust
like I am
drunk with magic.

I
whisper
of
storm
and
power.

i bleed again

gave it all away
with my heart wrapped
so tightly
around you.
and i let you in
and gave you more
than i
kept
for
myself
and am left
with nothing
but tears
and sorrow.
i've since moved on,
an empty
page.
i bleed again.

Chesapeake Bay

I can see
the Chesapeake Bay
from my new
home.
Which reminds me
of how quickly
water
can smooth
the
rough
surfaces
of the soul.

You too,
will be
washed away.

Take Down The Moon

Take
Down
The
Moon
And
Fast,
Liberate
The
Moment
We have
Dwelled
In

#62 or One Refrigerator

Always to take
these mad men
deliriously
through the storm.

Worshipped his skin
black shadow,
wind.
My love,
he ran
crushing some.
And she,
enormous
but never
really
part of his
whisper.

Commotion
in their souls.
Chaos
in their hearts.

Shedding for the 17th

Take away from me
everything
that I have.
I am
through with the
sounds of
all
that has been
drowning.
And compassion
and chivalry
don't come into play
anymore.
Take away from me,
no one is keeping score.
And all that has been said
escapes
from the surface
of a skin
that needs to be
shed.
The bombardments
have frequented
infrequency.
I walk
lightly,
tasting sweet honey
through my
toes.