preferred idle eyes

started creating paperback 

tears out of idle pen hands, 

and look where it took us.

i've encountered space between us

but I've blurred intentions into

us.

dimples so deep it cut through 

pirate metal regrets and peanut 

rippled seas.

alas,  i found golden threads growing out of the thunder and 

into my viens, they wepr.

several years will pass,

and deceased poem pellets 

will begin to hurt,

again.

invisible lined protection

after, life. there was a pause and

we ended our grass-grown eyebrows

and curled up against our dreaming

eyes.

this is where i leave you,

and you kill all of me.

pregnant volcanoes erupted 

in errors as we ushered our

ashes to a fault.

beneath us.

breathe-fed sparrows

with broken wings,

protected me.

grieving greif

bountiful snow with stagnant

silver wings and baby steps leaning

us forward. i have been in this attic

before and the leaks were

distancing my torso from my

words; i wanted to say,

protect me. 

i tied a frayed knot around 

us. protective

brokens and flowing petals

just stood there and

switched places.

i with you;

them with me.

heat beats

heartbeats in my palms 

with tiger sky skin and tanned

eyes with red clouds. 

heaven sent another angel

and Zen breathed again. 

love slathered in pointed pain

and my dry walls beg

for your tears. 

dissected

removed from our patience and as

fast as we moved, 

equal parts were turned into

silver ether; trapped in this comical,

framed,

screened,

cage. what once were words of entry

now have become lists of lines

to choose, human, from.

i chose to tap and lift and press;

you chose an em-dash and 

contractions. i chose this white because

when i bleed,

at least, breathing, will notice.

pole stamped

regulating the purple blood

under our cold months and

forgotten endings. where you started

to end and i died to breathe again.

vines growing inside me in

distracted nerve endings and velvet pink 

cuts; disguised vertebrae. 

babies crying with frozen

ovaries while lilies grow

besides our poisoned,

beautiful,

immature, palms.   

i waited,

so i can.

i can peace in

this place.

passed words

broken into our halves beginning 

with light and far away 

awareness. 

clean air crisped with open

leaves and sharp branches.

we are rooted in that, you see,

in that, closed-eyed, moss.

meaningful interactions with a

flying spider web; reminded of the

peace and loved bricks.

desensitized doors open for peace 

alien skies partnered in fevers.

I have clouds softer than your

whispers.

deceased.woolen holes.

connection.

wet, ok's.

i am sorry.