I wrote the vows you’ll never hear on the nape of your neck
Your eyes always were in the back of your head
- Don't do this to her, too.
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Lost
I think I’ve been afraid to write
Because if I opened the door the tiniest shutter
This heartache might just spill out in a kaleidoscope of paper memories
Stamped with your name
Three letters I wish spelled something simpler
I-O-U
I will send you these words until the day I die
Then I will paint them in the sky.
As I am running away from you it is as if the words you’ve stifled explode into sparks
I try to catch them in my fingers
They burn
Sweet heat and escape.
I never quite could grasp it.
How the shimmering sheen of your gaze
Could enrapture me
Swiftly, purely
Entwine me in unfaltering arms I’m yet to hold.
Thickets of thorn, baby’s breath
Unraveling
Slivering, shimmering, silken threads
Threads to follow
To twist round your pinkies
In delicate bows
Moments of satiated solitude,
Forget me not love
Forget me not.
Lights return me
To hazy meadows
Of golden shine
Of simpler time
A twist of daisies
A square of sunlight across a quiet bench
Resting, waiting,
All to resume
Your palms pressed on mine
The melody of moment.
Did you hear the echoes of days passed by?
A solemn stillness in our eyes.
Your life may be a melody I’ve never heard but its notes are etched in my skin.
Please put your hands around my humanity
Hold me in the soft warmth of your palms,
Don’t let out my light
Call me your baby
Call me your darling, your dear, your love of your life
Call me whatever you’d like
But please,
Call me.
Sit with me in summer meadows
I’d like to dream with you, my dear.
Let lilac air kiss your skin
Willow breath will brush the braille of goosebumps,
Preserve each word in boughs of golden green
Stay close to me,
The embrace of mountains will keep us warm tonight.
Darling, I’d like to grasp the galaxies in my palm for you
Fill my wholeness with sweet orchard air
Allow my exhalation to scatter the starlight into your dark nights
This map you gave me before we were
Always most true when I wish it were not
The mountains and forests and train tracks I’ve crossed
We are both here,
Together, wherever, whatever lies between.
I am shadowing berceuses through lawless meadows
To see if you are the one whispering this shanty soliloquy
Your song is the only echo to each beat of my heart
Louder, love.
Tonight the moon is a chair
I’d like to step softly to a staircase of starlight
Sink slowly into slippered silence
Wind my way through the hush of nighttime breezes, their fingers dancing in my hair.
I would like to summit the sky
To curl into the curve of this crescent moon and count constellations
So far from familiar and somehow still so at home,
My head on your chest serving as gravity enough to hold me here always.
Will you meet me there?
I know that you can hear the song
In the empty space at the end of a rustling newsprint page
Palmed from one arthritic hand to its partner
Glances and the introverted extraversion of a stifled chuckle
Breathing mystery into the blur passing us by
Those evenings when I am so unsure of whether the conductor’s voice conjures the particular station
Or if that certain space simply sings songs into our proximity.
Don’t hold it in, my love.
Look into my eyes hard
How we’ve always been too afraid to do, and know.
When the world breathes in the whole of humanity and exhales only melody,
I can hear it too.
This exhalation haunts so heavily
This tip-toed, starry-eyed sound silences long-hushed streets and fields
Contemplation bordering on insanity
Anchoring hands tattooed on tree bark, toes in streams, cicadas in ears
Moonlight combing through leaves
Conspiring with the breeze to whisper little shimmering loves from the slivered sky
Her messages carried by barn owls and the foreign midnight babble of water on stones
From my bedrock soul to Orion, down a staircase of stars, home to you.
Somehow we were both born speaking lullaby languages that no one else can hear.
The only secret is that there is one.
You’re searching too,
Let’s not wander alone.
Breathe like the woods are watching
Tangling your exhalation with dawn drawn rose
Break my pulse over your knee
With wanted words on your tongue
While the crack of pine knots floods the Milky Way
Bury your gaze in daffodil flames
Finding symphony silence
In bright embers constellating
Do not be so afraid
The songs of the silence
Deafen only the dark
I need you to know that the thought of “you” makes me want to run barefoot through rainstorms
As if somehow the clouds might contain the condensation of your city
As if I could dance in the dewdrops evaporated from your sweating glass on a windowsill, wherever it is you are
I want you to know that at night I imagine I can count the street lamps from you, to me
I want to pluck them from the ground, one by one, like wildflowers, until I have a shimmering bouquet of softly petaled light
I want to hand them to you, become captured in the infinity of your irises, and say,
“I’m here now, love. It’s nice to meet you.”