Star-Crossed

Love of writing, that is what propels me here every time
Every time I am lost
Words take my hand, and lead me back
with warm, dry touch
Take me home to the home I know

Sharing the seat, sipping my tea
I listened to you talk about meat drums, shellfish, and sex
Homeboys, and dubstep
I marveled at your command of language and
wished I could be eloquent

Then I remembered this.
My haven.
No one knows about my Descartes.
My premise.
It is an ethnic hole in the wall restaraunt when you are starving
A red tinted light when your head throbs near explosion
That cool, blue breeze

Where have you gone, my sweet treehouse dear?
Come sit on the greening wood with me
Smell the dampness and the moss and the magic
Moist oak
Sweet leaves
Nirvana

It was there where I first put my head in your lap
Held your hand
Was honest

Those summer nights that were so deep blue with an outline of purple
My dreams make them glisten silver
Truth and love, maple and oak, stars through leaves
That was my Six Pence None The Richer
That was my tireswing

After you left, I sat there
The trees and I. We were never alone.
One day I stood at the top of our home, and looked down
Down
         Down
                    D
                      O
                         W
                            N

Till I splintered the wood and broke the skin on my ankle
I couldn't do it
I had to keep living so I could meet you again
To die in this limbo would condemn me to purgatory
A middle ground without you
Might as well be Hell

That one night by the sea
You kissed me for the first time
You were scared, but the moon gave you strength, you said
You were sacred
Like deja vu, I will always love the salty breath
Sand in my toes
Rush of the water

That moment is Holy was Holy will ever be Holy
the angel fish marked it in their kelp books
with a coral pencil
are they human because they look at the stars
or do the stars look at them because they are human

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Kiss Me

The cheshire smile of the moon draws the clouds into the great and eternal jest.

That glimpse of some celestial humor was unintentional and the laughter is shielded from my view

How fickle the moon

That sublime jester

How resplendent are the rays of silver that open the world up

The air clears of everything and you breathe into you the life of the universe

The stars fill your lungs and your exhale expels all traces of mortality from your slender and fragile frame

Pause

Feel the light on your face.

Sense the clarity that comes what you sift your thoughts and allow the heavy ones to stay?

The weight of them keeps you grounded.

The scale of them lifts your head to the sky

Dreamers never belong in earth.

Their mind gives them wings

But the coolness of space frightens their warm hearts

The traveler knows the coolness and loves the way the breeze washes over skin

Everything becomes sensual

Feeling is absorbed through every possible venue

You hang there, suspended in pure and ethereal sensitivity

Cerebral awareness is a new sensation

This.

This is what it means to be alive.

Everything becomes possible in a moment: ---|---

Swinging on a tireswing

Floating on a river with a summer breeze

Eating buttery corn on the cob

running through a barley field

screaming

dancing with one hand waving free

giving someone a hug

silk sheets on your bare skin

sand in between the toes

someone’s hand in yours

being kissed

kissing someone back

laughing into someone’s hair

sharing something you have written

Laying on a porch swing

Finding love.

Be alive.

Find that time in your mind to allow your mind to roam.

To fly.

Life is too short not to live it fully.