the backlog, post writers block and fragments...or, ouch my brain just purged

*Spring/Summer*


1.
to unsex time

like the slow eruption of lovers
knitted in space
                and tangledlimbs
     
     languid

in the morning sun.
with diamonds for blankets
in the grass.

(with the memory of)

the other night.
laying in bed, below the crook of your arm.
looking up.
   in that moment,
    between awake and asleep
      i cast practical mysticism aside.
    believing completely i've looked upon you
   in the moonlight
since learning to see.

2.
the river that loses its name when it joins the sea-
the kiss that is the doorway resting  upon the threshold of truth;
opening to loves parlor and uncomfortable chairs.

3.
soil in my eyes
watering transplants with tears.

thinning seedlings is playing god.

4.
jostle jostle with a spoon
the sun on our backs and the moon on our faces.
i refuse to hold your hand as we sew
the seeds
of
forget-
me-
nots
amidst the fierce flames of spring.

when we lept like beasts
possessing the powers of a seas tempest
wearing a disguise of prettiness in the afternoon.

*seasons change before the calender exposes a new month*

4.
never
is how long i have not loved you.

thank you
is the preserves sealed, unspoken upon the shelf.

5.
the art of physical cartography

to the fingers learning the topography of a body
each breath
is a terrain altering
a f t e r s h o c k.

this is a moment
(tAkE hEeD)

this moment has edges.
unlike the sound of a pause
between
i love
and
you
falling into the space of an exhaling cushion
and the impossible dream;
daring to sleep among the waves.

6.
*obliquely*

dearest-
  in the misty night, as the river rises i sit within a toes length of the tide.
  my lips-the sweet of a fig.
  tongue-the rancour of fernet.

  (bitter)sweet life
  and her toying juxtaposition
  that holds hands with self imposed examinations
  as autumn falls upon the horizon.