endless mellowness, c o m e dress in a mirror. draw soft glares across the surface (and surface someone.) endless song drum me notes, but not so hard! s l o w d o w n . listen to the thundering bass pushing our breath through our mouths and shaking our hair and bones like the footsteps of some great thing that suffices to vibrate our bodies across the surface like weightless toys.
sprung light from death
and streamed the heat to my face.
A column, and a call
“leave your mask in bed!”
And it’s light
(though it won’t seem like it)
below our crests; over our troughs —
I’m climbing a wire: an altar!
All is white and I am The Starkest Black
Now prostrating and revering myself.
He speaks: “tame a wild animal”.
still; left leather top
and gate closed. far
from earth; ragged
You never reached the door.
You stood outside, faced the sitting room.
Rain beating scars to heavy windows.
A warm fire panting. The couch patting the warm space
you left; your lips
open ajar, as my door,
and down your leg, a line,
a scrawl: love.
To answer an angry growl,
“please, two peas!
don’t go — I’ve a hole in my heart,
That exultation: it’s exhausting.
An arthritic clicking of the fingers.
I’ve snapped them like crazy.
I’m clicking them now! Like the dog might come to me!?
I could change tempo.
Life by my own beat for a bit.
let’s try to find sanity.
“I’m not just talking to myself. Please, forgive! Listen:
We can’t run away from anger. We’ve got to make peace and be real.”
So look not forlorn, for us:
knee-deep in filth,
chatting and fighting.
Because I liked you.
And you liked me.
A little bit.
Your feet touch, your minds don’t;
you blow kisses, they’re carried off:
as the wind; to white face rocks.
There’s you, and you, and me—
Leaving: ripples on a mirror.
Even when they need it: an open hand to steady;
A solitary swimmer shan’t seek synchronisation.
They’ll sink silently: sapphires streaming,
As faces gently distort: they’re left castaway.
Did I do fine? I did, I followed a beat: mine; and in a manner, my mind— thumping, turning tables round bends; corners escaped: lost a pulse of any quality. Yet, I feel I can still hear it, still remember it, still find it. I'll hold it closer this time, so delicately, so preciously. Minding not to squeeze it, nor to ignore it: to sink attention to synch affection— I become a vessel— and blissful beats bruise her cheeks a colour that I've never seen before.
Thanks a lot, I really like your poetry too. (Although it’s been a while since you posted anything and I’m not sure when you sent this to me either.) Lovely to get feedback from somebody since I’ve not been doing this for a very long time and tend to live a little in a bubble: just watching others like yourself or breviary be a hundred times more competent than me. :)
I like when you speak.
Now you’re making Os with your mouth,
(or are they NOs?)
Either way, the next day:
protect those little pearls tucked away in your mouth.
From me; a deep red sea diver,
packing myself up.
Weighed down then floating up.
I came up, air head,
breathe — and another she gave it to me: “We’re dead.”
Her tongue was salty. Breath crisp like I’d never left it.
No soles, no golden grains; white washed out.
Everything is glistening,
The sun is coming.
So we bask: stripped down,
like sexual things. Filed teeth.
Every happy moment we’ve ever met
spent sitting on an ego edge.
pooling wells around our eyes.
Grass prickles, mouth wanting nothing,
(to live in peace: yet vulnerable to clouds, crawling words, the mirage)
no longer afraid to submerge self.
flakes fallow forehead.
(I’ve come for you.)
It promises, a hundred times, to grow
and recklessly rakes the earth.
My nails: long, pointed, poignant.
Digging into and in with my hands.
Crossing and holing XXO
(I love you but you’re lost.)
fruit of flickering frames.
When we watch
this is me.)
for furtive false films?
rectifies reeling reality.