Two times set forward as one
whole such feeling, waits for or
wanders, the fate of our dealings
Fought for and feared before found
and forgiven, down on all fours over
sparks once were living. Breathing out
air to recover a fire, so sure that I
danced as it rained in desire. Now
wonder what thoughts my neanderthal
being, cherish the warmth that
once flowed in between, as it cools
in this night through the flying of ember,
follow them briefly and onwards remember

Celestial bodies over celestial bodies
shapes resembling rubies and lore beasts.
A world drawn with lines late at night
blindly seeking, the outline of hands
through the vastness of sleep. Wherein star
gazing eyes who receive as they hover,
thighs weighing nothing and thoughts
like sheets cover, a night sky now hidden
as two growing nearer, breaths mark the
distance and borders less clearer. Firmament
floating and far away thunder, the pulse of the
earth and the subject of wonder, fall short to
this moment, space, time and caress; a late
at night feeling far off lonliness

She turns and the water crashes
against some sea side cliff. In a night
dress belonging to a maker we worship
true and instinctively, imperfections of
all men exposed in the revealing
darkness, the unexplained wonders
of the world are close. Words no
longer work but my arm reaches
around the source of it all.
So personified to some sea
side cliff, you work away the
brave, proud, scared and loud
hearted rock that was placed there.
Thawing away the particles that made
me foolish enough to feel that I could
stop from falling for the sea

Below the waves in godlike silence
floats the sand a transient mass. Tiny
specks of faults and diamonds joined
the new land with the past. Origin of
sand like paper, pearls and writing on the
shore. Washed up relics, our attempt to
find in life—life and more

We wait for our eyes to adjust
to finally see something so bright
a long time ago, like we save the
feelings that would have allowed us
to find the meaning of one more
universe or two. For ours the center and
everything near, painting the nighttime,
origins clear. The sounds between silence,
the tides of our finding, the senses and
shortness of breath in us hiding, the
thereafter grasp, our gasping embrace, it
held in that moment, the past and this day

The place where tears originate
as substance meets our rain drop
feelings, like waves that reach the
shore dry up, remnants of
momentous beings. A grain of salt
from some word peeling layers back
of wished for sounds, hidden in the
rocks their fortress, buried slightly
in the ground. All that’s left, a quiet
nothing as million thoughts lay
down to die. How could one,
crustraceous being, without a shell
commit to dive. Amidst these breaking
waves and feelings, spilling out with
desperate might a man draws in the
wet sand briefly. May we falter,
just to try

Time moves slowly and the beautiful night
spells out lonliness, while quick glances
at a half hidden moon brightens clouds
full of rain and a wind that is constantly
changing directions intrudes and leaves
a scattered foundation behind.
below feeling cold, a man turns to stone
moist before the rain began to fall

Leaning back to see the stars
making sure they are as they’ve
always been before I look at you and
how you’ll always be; a constellation.
Incredibly lucky to make out your faint glow
on nights that near complete darkness
hard to find, easy to miss, but impossible
to forget. Content with looking upon this one
arrangement of every single muscle and motion
and spaces between bright stars on a body that’s
truly made for scaling the universe.
Eyes lose their strenght as years to us
the speed of light pass. But brigthest the nights
libertine comets and mystic meteors all doubt outcast

Someone left the ink to dry and
dust to settle, forgotten words.
A walk around a frozen sculpture
tells the story, shows the hurt.
Two like we in silence wept for fear
they find an empty bed. There,
where we are told at night to lay down
hope and shun the bright, warming
gush that grows inside at mention of
that marble sight. The slowness of that
growing hair, a touch that works all muscles
there, as from a distance, close and bare two
bodies know and long to share. Unknown worlds
on finite land, caves and mounts as hand guides hand,
while whirlwinds rise and structures tumble, how can
both be right they grumble. Never having felt
the air that blows between the sculptured pair
from lips so near, that long to touch, their breath is true,
and just this much

Your name like some journey I must take
inspires both fear and admiration. A lust
shared by all those who have discovered
something worth naming and returning to.
In the restless night, one must make amends
for hours spend looking toward adventure;
scared to take the only natural step. For true
sirens sing like the sun on bronze skin and wind
between the hairs and sweet nectar falling
off each flower waiting there. Still, we
lie awake only to try to dream, while a
return to feelings has never been nearer.
Beyond the distances we harbor and loneliness
lies protect, beneath ligaments and layers
of torn tissues and sad organs sounds a pulse that
grows stronger the closer to it we get. Like the sharp
moon revolving back into the full brightness of life,
we count the beats in unison under the warm
blanket of night