Sate

It was there,
right there,
between the sated tensions
of sensual crumple
and pulp,
that the softest paring
left
desire’s
wending veins
exposed.
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Veil

So this
is the mouth
which has given
lather
and freight
to scabbed pearls,
this,
the passage,
where screaming daisies
have weeded out
spells of violence
to sunder Beauty’s veil.

 

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Mend

To possess,
in eyes leveling a raised smolder,
here,
there are no rules
or fences,
only a blatant running of stitches
to the sun’s sheerest mend.
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In Bated Response to Oxygen for A Sort of Love Song

How
wonderful it is
to have your breath,
seized
and arrested,
to have your barest bloom
subjected
to the solvency
of cherish.
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Oxygen for a Sort of Love Song

Love,
as a true bloom
and pulsing grist,
and not just mutiny,
opiate in its seize
and grip,
should, at day’s end,
allow you to breathe
easier,
lungs rooming with heart,
space,
carved out of ceaseless flow,
respiring toward growth,
contrary to the shopworn opinion
and impossible mania
of love, the pipe fiend
and drug fix,
love, the eyeless valentine, doped,
which trades in
or constricts
the slowest
deepest
seasons of breathing
for the smallest hours
of concert
and trepass.

 

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Note to Self

Words,
the right ones,
ripe and engorged,
outgrow the necessary dark
inside you and, abiding
the laws of catch
and release, demand
light, air, voice.
Beware atrophy,
the root killer,
and do not leave language,
ingrown, unattended.
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Gravity

The only voice
of hers I know
is in my head,
frozen
to an untouched form,
lying,
bedwarmed,
in gravity’s stead.
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Waltz

On the night
God went topless,
and the nephilim performed
a burlesque of Carmen,
or perhaps it was the Wizard of Oz,
the girl with the frosted tulips
in her hair,
and love song
in her head,
turned off the stars
and started waltzing,
as if the entire world
had shut its billion
and one scarry eyes
to better divine
and redeem
a single girl’s
respiring edge
to glisten with candor,
to home in on light,
where innocence lay in wait
and surrender.

 

 

 

 

 

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Daughter, Mother

woman and child
Mother, without your touch,
blood-lush access to eternity’s grasp,
I am rudderless, and adrift,
in a world that shits on innocence.
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Daughter, without you to hold,
a promise illumined into love’s totem,
I am sunless, and moonless,
a stray tide receding into an abyss,
where innocence lies in wait,
numb to its cherish.
(Artwork by Cris Qualiana Basham)
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Perigee

It cannot be held in tongues,
the veering arc of this perigee,
ice-hot moon,
rounded,
throbbing to full,
lightly
crushing
the sea’s
glittering fount
of lace.

 

 

 

 

 

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