Deliciously

There is a branch, green and fresh
Waving outside my window
Scratching outside my window

There is a branch scratching snowflakes
Will this day frost it with snow
Will the evening glaze it with ice

We share our breath beneath this branch
Our lips warm and quiver in sweetness
Our lips glide and shiver, deliciously

Lillies and Starlight

The house is not the same without us :)

We are its crystal chandelier,

wreathed with lillies and tipped in starlight.

We are the golden rushes of sunlight

on a perfect sunday morning

warm and brilliant in each others arms

We chase each other around the bed

ruby throated hummingbirds at play

children at the beach, carefree

collapsing together, two palms touching

leaning our fronds into each other

before the breezy sapphire sea

Our laughter before bedtime

is the demon pianists' private concert

filling the room with the rarity of purpose

and contentment worth closing your eyes

to savor, for one evening more

Two Deer

My hands, always the perfect gloves for yours

naked, they hung as flags on a windless day

quiet in the shame of all the lonely things 

that they couldn't do

I sat alone in the crowd. I stood alone on the street.

A social eating disorder at the buffet

We are such complex machines of dreaming

piecing our selves together with pleas,

and promises of self comfort

but no words were harder or braver

than admitting I am lost without your hand

That though I move, and smile

and give care to others

I was my prison, and every cell

full of myself. . .

So my darling, when we forgave each other

for being apart. . . 

when our arms ribboned together

wrapping our beautiful presence

we bless one another 

two deer, practicing leaps over white fences

bowing swans in the sunlight

treading on ripples and quivers

barely able to contain our renewal of affection

Our butterflies dusted off their wings

like chinese fans, painted for a festival

My love, we found springtime in the face of autumn's end

I wish you a cloudy morning

I think ahead to your journey into the sunrise. . .
I wish you a cloudy morning. . .
sweet curtains of mist riveted
to the smooth steel grey waters

they roll between the rosy fingers of morning
dipping into the wine dark sea
like the wing tip of a gull
turning above the water
splashing ever so slightly past the surface
like a sail sliding cross a piece of sky
whose droplets hold the last innumerable jewels of night

let us pick one of those, to adorn our love
even as the gaze of morning
forgets the existence of stars

Tea Cups

It's the difference between catching a falling tea cup

and serving a hot cup of tea to a distant table. 

The tea cup isn't easily captured

Its tumble is rapid asymmetry

the handle is a bewildered toddler

equally amazed at it's first frantic steps

as the cold smack of floor on its bottom

a catcher may only sip the intensity for a moment

As opposed to the the long steady burn

in your fingered fore arms

holding the little footprint of a saucer

gazing steadily on a tiny ocean 

of tea and tidal movements

a song of urgently wringing china

as the subway passes your first tiny apartment

in the shadow of the M train

I suppose they are the same life 

lived in different phases

Starry Chandelier

You are so far away. . . are you a sleepy kitty's dream?

Are you hidden away in the woods

atop a towering tangle of ivy and stone

are you going somewhere in your traveling hood

a garden of flowers and beasts?

Let down your hair my love

Ah. . . I love your haircut. . .

I will rise like a balloon

Forgetting the fears that cut my heart

I brought the world to your window

To trade for your sweet coffee kisses

Are you lost in these woods my darling?

May I carry that basket for you?

It looks heavy with salad,

I'll forget the halloween costumes

and have a picnic in the woods instead

The woods are laden with cold flowering branches

my furry ears long for your delicate touch. . . 

Come to my garden my dearest

The trees are in spring glorious bloom

Put your hand on my shoulder and with the other

take my rough, fur-lined paw

and let us dance away the curses of this world

let us spin and twirl beneath the starry chandelier

kiss me my woman and i'll be your silver prince

and your howling beast ;)

The secret of dark matter

It is strange when my mornings aren't warmed 

by the smell like costa rican coffee

 and one more quick spoon 

before we fully surrender our nights 

to our day. 

The wordless peace 

of fingers and legs 

binding us together. . . 

anchoring our bodies 

safely to the earth, 

our branches, leaves 

spiraling into a jade tapestries

clouds spilling through the fibers. . . 

as our minds float beyond floors 

and roofs, 

past the bravest bird, 

the lighest spiderling 

sailing on a rainbow thread. . . 

past satellite eyes 

into the fabric of the great dreaming. . . 

that is the secret of dark matter

the hidden ingredient of the universe my love. . . 

far below, 

we let free happy little sighs,

into the softness of each other's necks. . . 

Two diatoms

Sand stretches like the white belly of a waking cat

We are wrapped warmly, arm in arm, 

paper cranes sitting on the rising sun

The wind bears us, a seed in a white dove's beak

Island to island, to christen every breach of sun and sea

And celebrate every surrender to the gravity of night

In the inky ocean outside a plane's oval eyes

We might merely be two little diatoms

In the vast blue planktonic dance

But when we move together

the ocean bends and stars light our path

to our next adventure. . .arm in arm

We have been swimming

We have been swimming, 

 you and i

  in blue wonders 

   and feathery clouds

  each drop, 

 a radiant gasp,

a verdant 

 pinto sprout,

  shooting 

   through 

  the canopy

 knocking over 

                       howler 

                             monkeys

 carrying 

   a grinning sloth

   and a beautiful kinkajou

  (un-singed)

home. . . .