Wednesday, April 20, 2005

rib

my knees against the floor
silver smoothing against
ribs

white against bare white
and my silver hands rub

the powder blows along and
touching pushing fibers in
around the bones and figures
long and wound

my eyes they follow my hands
as they feel
out the edge of each one still
and press hard pressings down

their shapes are a path
that im not sure is mine
but its watching and feeling
that i need at this time
so i push and think silent
of the silver on rib

Sunday, April 17, 2005

pressing

the weight of it is like a hot humid air
that settles in my lungs
when i breath my tongue tastes its heavy
thick pressing

sitting quietly to think
of how its gained in size
each breath still rolling
like a long damp wedding dress

ive taken to sleeping on both of my arms
we talked about its causes and life history map
but its the weight of my body each night that
puts my arms to rest
while the weight in my chest is an anchor for me
for laying my soul down to sleep

Saturday, April 16, 2005

making a wave

somewhere between your eyes and my heart it starts
and between those heated spots it also begins a sound
coming from both below and above
my body remains still as the actions grow
when we met i felt the powers - your own heart gives
when we parted today my eyes gave heat to you
the wave began then and crashed from my lids at noon

you walked as i watched, your dripping lost in its noise
we swim together my love in an ocean that we've already drowned
i look for your body and head, floating above the surface
i duck my own beneath and know the depths are silent

so lover, lets make our waves together
lets cleanse our hearts and help better
love the ocean that is ours
and forever ill love your ocean eyes
that hold our sinking bodies.

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

it happens to be

the day we woke up
alone or was it perhaps together
it also happens to be
a real treat to speak and smile
with a friend about our lives
while we look around the room
and point out little hidden things
like shapes that make heartarrows
it happens to be
a day like none other
when i sang real loud and felt
that rush of no time back out
and kept my hands away from
seeking out bad truths
helping only my voice become louder