Wednesday, August 27, 2014


Every word I write, is a love letter
to things I can never touch again
Every idea is a ship launched
from the sandy shore of the now

We kiss with forgetful tongues,
As hands renew an embrace
Friends recalled in warmth
Lovers rejoined in darkness

For though the present prints memories
as sheet music for waterfalls
When we meet. . . deseo mía
steam churns, from our presses

white sheets, smoke, crisp and burn
intricately inked, endlessly possible
I am a dandelion in the cold desert
before our rolling, nuclear tidal wave

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

A map

If i could 
number the stars
in your eyes

they would be
raindrops and paint
spun off a wheel

to count them
follow butterflies
trace a map

etched deep
in grey-blue lines
on my scalp

and then wait
let the hair grow
playful waves

hiding. . .  only just. . . 
scruffling me

Sunday, August 24, 2014


I want to hold your brittle hand...
to feel your jagged pulse in mine
Let it take ensiform root in me 
redwood destiny, in seed
Threading full my every vein
Leaf and branch, burst up and back 
Unfurling sail and hollow wing
for our journey from this elder world,
To home. . . back to our home. . . 
White roof above, our roots below
As you water me with kiss sweet 
My toes drink greenery, damp and deep
As I am your old silver skinned tree
I hold earth beneath, as solid vow
And storm above, will breach no bough
I give you my shade, my sweet green sea
For you, I whisper, as I sing
I sing you song of leaf and branch
as I stand, 
I stand for you.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

The color of wildflowers

Did you sleep well?
Did your body bloom with relief. . .
wild flowers in the moonlight
My fingertips sowed then into your beauty last night
Tilled muscle and skin until they sighed in relief
And then in the dark of your room. . . 
stretching toward the unseen moon
little buds peeked out, 
yawned with a tender uncurling of leaves,
and the colors came. . .

the little white blooms, like snow blossoms
shy blue droplets of sky and sea
bright yellow joy, shaped as tiny lions calling to the moon
the valleys of your back held tense a moment, 
a sigh of relief at the end of a torrent of rain.

and then the million unnamed colors of love
the kind you saw when you realize in a daze
that our love had thwomped you on the head
and you briefly feared that you might never, ever
see straight. . . 
ever again. . .

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Yellow Petals

We learn each other with time and laughter
We hold one another in mind and breath
Our joys more numerous than lights
in the river of stars above
our city of night
pushing blossoms to the dock
pushing gulls on a salted wind

When you hold me, I want
nothing more than to be wood
smooth and cool to the touch
like the green forest air

When I close my eyes, I know you
on the tips of my fingers,
like soft yellow petals
growing through the concrete

All works Copyright 2013 Shou Yu Qun!