the god-like things

from room to room
we carried each other, and our
ordinary gestures throughout
the years, passing by the often overlooked
the sometimes unremembered

god-like things

everything in life begins with noticing
so here: i give you back the old house
placed oil jars beside the front doors
for tender are the openings

do what the returning do: love.
because what you’ll smell here is true: love.

and this room has a lemon dome
and this room has spiritual textiles
and this room has curtains of lace fidelity

it’s an intimacy triptych

embroidered traditions like warm ovens
divine cottons, reach far, high
on the top shelf the tea is still waiting
now i too am tempted
to slip back
into echoing, responding and honouring
to stretch myself over the sensitive listening walls

kitchen windows understand:
love is threaded
to the floors
soil-sweat, like us
pressing noses to skins
rediscovering, relearning
the kissing, the holding and the caring

no, you haven’t forgotten the way to love
because i heard your footsteps, bringing me water that night
when you too were struggling with a cold

do we measure time by love’s approach on the circling staircases?

count the roses on the bedroom wallpapers

remember the rememberings

or try oil.
because i like how our bodies glided
throughout the years, from room to room
how we carried each other
and our god-like things: love.
and we do what the returning do: love.
because what we smell here is still

true: love.

a watched thing

a night
of love or a love
of night, a man
of love or a love
of man

a waning moon
wearing
omens
i swim with a peach
taste in my mouth
can’t get better than this,
tells me the sea but i know
lovemaking in the deep cool lakes
past the forest cathedrals
a leafy path
that priestess
often takes

you should know
i was the lover of pluto
without fear
drinking wine not meant for me

so i oil my body for gentler leaving

to reimagine the inside of his shirt
and jasmine
i rain 9 miles to walk
upstream to visit him
beloved bed the wooden lake
holding branches tenderly
such tender love is
hard for some
because of sound
tongue put on chest
slides towards the navel
turn into a heartbeat, treeman
standing silverlit
unknowingly
in mystery mysterious
i learn to be

a watched thing.

dear lucia

because a human heart can only hold a love
as much as was felt through the childhood eyes

vanilla and ylang ylang are airing from my bathtub
still within we breathe the old things still
i am a sensitive night of lanterns
pulling myself over the furniture where shadows
have spread their bodies over fragile memories
& innocence 
in then of then is now
of now even the smallest part
of myself i can’t separate

dear lucia: you were my last doll

the one i still hold whole in my hands
because how can hands ever forget
the hope that once perfumed them

here is where i take him
behind my breasts
here is where he takes me
(blood way)
without hands
take me
this gift of mine
this gentle female heart
of mine
this mine
this ours

& all feelings hit me
in the right places

& this love between us
never changes

say sea

say sea
say it slow
backwards in my ear

so that maybe i forget how deeply in love
i fell to kneel
on cold majolica tiles
searching for a tiny place
white enough like paradise
take me in

say it wasn’t real
say we’ve said it all
until the night

admits

the stars

and the walls so gentle like blue sugar it all melts
and in every way you
find me home

steel blue cool

you said i have husky eyes
and maybe almost i married you

a train runs on steel blue
eyes mirror my past life and maybe i use this
to harness myself through the late nights

don’t be afraid.
the end was so far ahead it is already behind us
just call it horizon, it’s narrowing dark times
i arrive at the land of thousand fires
this place feels like a person, this beckoning
me towards itself so known, so clear
a mystic letter lays in the centre of my palm

it’s steel blue cool with grey wolf skies
tempted kneeling to witness
two tiny native
snowdrops grow in shade

say love

i met a man
whose hand i held and maybe
i shouldn’t have

say yes. say yes anyway

it is more than skins can hold
his tending for my small body
love is such a silent giant thing
he’s so blood close. week old roses
watch the floor of our clothes
my morning looks beautiful in his shadow
under cold waters i am sweating
would i vanish steamed somewhere along the way
carrying confessions with his name?

say yes. say yes anyway

his blue dreams, my blue eyes
a single candle has two wicks
can i hold a life in a palm-sized photo?
like a virgin burning of fire
i run towards my god, before his door i kneel
open please, open
and he opens.
and all is everything
nothing more to say but

say love. say love anyway
say love despite the love

i like you like

i like you
like oltremarino
a special shade of blue
found only overseas
like Positano
like salt water wearing skin
bare thighs and shy freckles on my arms
like a whole slow day in bed
with silk curtains snaking winds
holding years of miles
like a voice that crosses the land of ice
and changes the course of my blood
like seconds that enter and refuse to leave
tracing promised hands along the quiet archway of my waist
like uncrowded paved streets towards a small white chapel
like eyes of heaven, so clear
like a love ritual repeating i do
each day, as if only to feel
this entire, this
fully
i like you like i love you
sacred, intimate and always

venice in veils

white snow fell
it should have been veils on my shoulders

a snow so white —
it is scraping windows and shredding stars
erasing streets and stairs
i never knew how far we’d walked

a snow so white …
it should have been veils falling on my shoulders
it should have been forever
now only venice is in veils

no.
this is snow, this is snow

and this snow is so white, it is red
and the red cardinal is here
and the red snow begs for ink
snowdrops get here before me
maybe spring really is near

how can life forget?
i am holding a pulse
pumping imprints, shaping skins

and there are loves
greater than all other loves and forevers
i’ll know them only when i am a mother

my prince of blue

because the frail wing
trembling in black possessive mud
is a voice stranded by words and
the night eats words

i walk towards it sharpened by desire
sometimes it seems human

maybe this is the only way
for my pillow to keep its gentle spell of dreams

because i need a place where i can hold you

you should know
i’ve become every altar across three continents

you should know
i’ve become every animal you’ve left behind

my prince of blue
night is better
i am afraid, glorious
and ethereal
water is poseidon and
the sky opens its mouth wide of fireflies
i land cool rain of thousand fires
in ash we are born

sometimes this place feels almost human

tuck away this moon behind my ear

tuck away the moon behind my ear

aura of royal blue
butterflies migrating south
& each word is longer, further
away from where you are

if i ever forget you i’ll know i’ve gone too far

somewhere on the radio
is how i feel about you
is our summer afternoon
leftover flowers gather on the side of the road
each window carries its own
little rain
night car
in winds and wants
designing skybreaks
because the full moon is children’s book gigantic tonight

and maybe it’s the impossibilities that
make us so possible

so come your eyes & tuck away this moon behind my ear