I’m sore deep stretches
yoga is good in a group
and what i said – – –
wanting something un-
known, totally different
culturally, physically, e-
motion, tunnels. goats
dark chocolate residue
in the bottom of my
coffee, oily from
your skin, like
you make me,
lick it
take me, feed me more
mostly it’s an open mind
tasting someone new
need like The Moon pulls
at the swell, bulging in
hips like the oceans be
drawn in, she gasps and
wants to hear his name
say it to me, then mine
want to hear your voice,
hungry like The wolf,
call, come make me cry

Florence

via Florence

Eye

see

You

how

eye

see

Me,

love.

Sit Low

the blur of the fog sits low

till static mists of light become stars

tiny and new, as if

as if one could be reborn a billion light years from here

what could it be to have know you then? taken your hand,

the side of your arm, i pull in to you.

The Train

Hours
And hours
the train came
at three something a.m. and

the sound like rain

like rain like rain like rain

shooting stars

Four i have seen only

to do

with this not being on, no power

helpless, she does not know

but to stare into the depth of darkness

where infinite

infinite light lives

the stars, i thought, i will wait to see three before i try to write, for just this computer light obscures what can be seen, and

really i should be,,, too many things – the nausea comes – how can i eye

see them, those already dead masses of debris, fireballs and fairy wands, it is the end.

Do you, did you, i thought wonder and felt that shimmer

the strings maybe, what are they? the connection to all others

one OM

You must have, the second one was the largest and in your side of the sky

over the mountains to the north, where those too end, at the mouth of the river and into the sea