solidified moon lust

my aura glistened this morning
and a lullaby flew past our
hollow hearts and broken down
walls.

grief erupted outside our
closed window eyes and i ran
outside with bare feet and planned
ignorance.
white ice clouds danced beneath
my skins; i am a butterfly wing
tilted, resting, breathing.

northern lights bring
me home and as i contemplate
which moonstone to paint
unto her ether;
panicked starlit ceilings
will disappear and
bring us the darkest
longest
furthest latitude of
earth.

we will close our windows and
open our lungs.
we will breathe her in in wise strides
and home sweet home
pearls.

mountian lines

cried with our water
and diluted the sun beams of
my wrinkled forehead;
the windstorm cleared my
conscious and now i can feel
you how i feel.

parched books bleeding
with soft grey ink and orange
opal tongues are filtering
what i was going to say
what i was going to
say.

lavender cobras are piercing
my spine. my older spine
has rested in your volcanic debree
and our hands crossed paths
before my feet touched
her subtle grounds.

earth child with more opinions
than words.
than poems written
by me.

beautiful normal

peaceful mountains where we
cross our hands and pray to
the middle of our days;
ice storm eyes and
sunset breathing.

clutched fists fostering
naked beliefs in rivers
flavored with
rainbow pain
open heart
close fists
i am me in all forms
of mortar brick
and rotating
skins.

naked moon

rest on my chin's grin
and flee free from this corpse
smile you called home.

a moon shined on my back
and my torso bend against
the lonely stars;
waiting on opaque
and writing bigger worlds
with star lit snowflakes.

a poem written with shadows of
our ancestry; chain links erased
all of the periods and opened
up the white space,
again.

so i will sit naked on the moon and
let the written come back...
slowly against our pores;
the moon and mines and ours.