ask the hawk, he knows how you take my love across wild roses’ bedand tie the bottom corners to my ankles how i feel the fading, the silk, and the sweet scentof the deepening how morning shadows can stretch us,re-shape us, twist us, eventangle us but never break us...
i met a manwhose hand i held and maybei shouldn’t have say yes. say yes anyway it is more than skins can holdhis tending for my small bodylove is such a silent giant thinghe’s so blood close. week old roseswatch the floor of our clothesmy morning looks...
say seaand say it slowsay it backwards in my ear so that maybe i forget how deep in lovei fell to kneelon cold majolica tilessearching for a tiny placewhite enough like paradisetake me in say it wasn’t realsay we’ve said it alluntil the night admits the...
in perpetual seas maybe i could have loved you more all those evenings i held you as if i could hold you even unkept time keeps us like souvenirs, the years i picked the tiniest pebble and stayed up late muslin rains to gather us as if i am a dream my body has from...
say the quiet grows around me promise you know i’m still here say the slip of light is what we lacked to pin my hands on your chest for not just tonight when senses become emigrants and have stopped taking me, say the leftover waters will not empty me of you...
