{poem + story} kiss on the wrist.

{poem + story} kiss on the wrist.

ask the hawk, he knows how you take my love across wild roses’ bed and tie the bottom corners to my ankles how i feel the fading, the silk, and the sweet scent of the deepening how morning shadows can stretch us, re-shape us, twist us, even tangle us but never break...
{poem + story} he steps into the sea.

{poem + story} he steps into the sea.

he steps into the sea                        of course he is beautiful, of course                        i am afraid of the way keeping him a secret makes loving himinevitable i try to convince myselfthat the sun shining in the middle of our nightisn’t shining...

say love

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...

as if souls twin

let me be a while yet as if i’ve unforgotten to stay voices like hands, solid as if we’ve remembered how to touch winter, once when even ice curls around the rocking hearts and the wild, plunging us deeper into deeper souls twin like our childhood diaries remembering...

say sea

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...