Tuesday, September 20, 2016

matilda

Come
I’ll drink your tears
And feel your lungs heave against mine
Sink under the weight of time
Your wet hair in my face
You know it’s been a heavy night
The pressure of the starry light
Pushed you up and out of bed
To cry ‘til morning came

Sunday, September 18, 2016

"ghosted"

Stop following me
I mean
Not you
Your ghost
I see him everywhere
I guess
That's what happens
When you leave
But don't say
Goodbye

in the presence of my enemies

I had a vision
While they were singing
I sat at a long table
Gently lit with candles
And blooming flowers
Filled with foods of every delicacy
Hot and fragrant
Sweet and spiced
I was starving
For I had been in battle
My tired carcass
Not even strong enough to cry
But I grasped the heartiest thing
And shoved it in my mouth
Barely chewing from delight
Each bite so good
So good
I felt like a bride in celebration
Fear was a stranger I no longer knew
This food filled my body
While all around me was dark
And the noise of the battle swelled
I ate and I ate
Full-hearted
Alive
Deeply satisfied
Like only the longing heart knows
And the more I ate
The more the clashes of death behind me
Seemed to my ears
The sounds of worship


Monday, September 5, 2016

rocks in my head

The wind howled and swirled around us
Violently
Like a cold hug
The waves crashed below
Shouting
And spraying
Almost singing
But unable to move us from where we sat
On that rock
You were my rock
Steady
Slow to change
Quick to forgive
Your compass set to my delight
What strange rest I found in your desolation
And if I am mad
Then I am mad about you
And always for you
Even choosing to believe
There will be enough Light to guide us
Whatever
The elements bring

Saturday, September 3, 2016

to our hummer

Dear hummingbird,
Do you come every morning 
For the flowers 
Or for me? 
It's as if you know
What joy you give

Thursday, September 1, 2016

venezia con mia sorella

I remember
That night
Born of words that cut like knives
And silences... they'd cut, too
I remember
After hours by the canals
Hours apart
And of abandoned men
How we took the midnight gondola
To the highest tower
And there
As if with holy wine
We drank
And made our peace under the stars.