periaria

maybe it was when I realized that I could never use the words I had been holding so carefully for so long

I hope one day to wake up and know     to know by the light that slips past the curtain edges     that it is still early     and that the fog has not dissolved yet     and that the new leaves are green and luminous with dawn I will look at your body next to me     at your body glowing with warmth     with pockets of heat caught in the rumpled sheets I trace my finger along your shoulder blade     rubbing smudges of fondness through your faint freckles I know that we are in no hurry     and every breath comes easily oh love my heart is slowly racing and racing

in the moss-deep mountain, I have seen the rain for days while a pestilence of gray bleeds gently through the trees heat passes through the leaves in a seeping calm malaise there’s no more will to wander through the deepening soggy maze the creeks, in hesitant degrees, are flooding over seas in the moss-deep mountains, I have seen the rain for days the land was bright and dry and warm with blinding golden rays yet light was carried off away, leaving unforgiving freeze heat passes through the leaves in a seeping calm malaise and I abandoned, linger, with a mad unfocused gaze hoping for the end of falling water on the breeze hea

we are the usurpers of the sky shouting down the follicles of cloud and heat we flail in the sundust joyous with light on our cheeks but those horizons unknown covered by a flimsy coinage of eternity and dusk bear brooding doom thick on the wind bleak and heavy come the ships triremes of solid storm they creak and rumble in billows of dark leaving rivalrous eddies and wakes electric aromas pool in the hollows of our eyes and seep into our teeth the sun has sunk through our heels a leap! the fiendish threat left far behind in lightning gasps and glee nimble spirits twist fathoms high our toes dithery and fleet we are the us

he said 'you are my sun' but the next day i could not even cast a shadow and the next, i was too close burning and burdening and wearisome it grew worse i pulled in too many planets disfiguring their orbits and dodging collisions i grew and exploded out of context then shrank and collapsed a dark exhaustion through obscurity came a whisper  --be the moon          no one complains about the moon--

minds, depleted or incomplete transfer to the twisted fingers     and jerky limbs the concept of dust and beauty     and struggling up nerves "soap"     "warm"       "blue" and my sister is washing stained glass windows