blushing old bride

 came for the nearing heights to wait

on the toe of our left cornered kiss;

remember the suction of our peace?

how often does it forget?

I am darling to her and you have forgotten

my wand.

three sisters by name by blood by soul

by heart by near and far and closed wounds

and open cut, tears.

we all wept as far as our

metal hands could hold.

still...we managed to forget

and fly.

 

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.

what if i stayed still and disappeared 

in all the boxes and sewed little pockets of freedom 

and each technical slit.

my heavy metal music notes 

would dance and the bus stop 

would stop releasing.

so she lost her way

what come of him?

was there a space before him or

was that just my dream hiccupping?

i am a once upon a time in your

forever with them.

i am enough for that, thought.

i brought back all the pieces and

in front of my they lay naked

and trying.

so at least there was that.

tell the a a the bottom of our

skin to fold back where it came from.

i want more than this...

i want me.

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.

breaking breath

with my soul. it was our last firefly 

that reasoned with the candles glow. 

i flowed through the outside and

converted the lavender back into

a distant hole; where she howled and

i fell through her cracks.

we never really could, 

sleep in our dreams...so i kept

us, limb by limb, fracture by broken, 

little by breathtakingly 

big.

will you be disappearing into 

silver threads orchestrated

by that machine?

if so, i guess i already left you

after i

said

wrote

lifted, that.

love me, once more.

it will be the last.

fired frost

to breathe in the 

air where fire fists

bleed through the cold

and beach sand

was lit to brighten 

it.

quiver like sand across my skins eyes'

and fainted corpse blood still

ponders a suicide tear.

will you be enough if i

decide to live, deeper

and wider than your plastic

eyes?

eyes shut as tight as

her grip and i fear no one will

hear my,

blind.

better than never

is dying to remember how

to give birth to love.

my body feels like a mesh net;

filled with drips

of broken-in-half tears.

from my womb that you 

altered with opaque needles

and bold,

lavender

thread.

it is not me

it is not you

it is the scared.

the, beneath the far 

fear and through me.

teach me

how to love.

stoned jewel

secondary but flowing

endlessly through ripped out seeds

that gained soil weight on the

way to their death. supple necks

surrounded by new air

and broken glasses;

eyes that no longer carry

water.  

that was magic,

so,

i still can fly.

protected cat

so kind that binds together

like a hardened smile and broken
off
tear.  

heartbeat.

there was a broken tree

held together by weakened

vines.

i saw fairies helping one another, 

fall.

clavicle crystals and

mushrooms growing under

my toenails. snake

breath overcast by

fortunate

middle-class voices.

a burned one,

who did not mind

my fire arms.

numbered pores

and infinity eyes,

hold my heart while

i go find my

shadow. 

bait in red

we are in our middle

tightened by false glows of

green veins and disturbed

skin. the heart throbs falsely

and the black strings are carrying

my eyes beneath 

the ground. 

let them laugh till

our tears fall into their

deep,

hallow

echoes.

i built a tower with

these words,

upside,

down.

so, i think I end,

here.

no drafts

of purple skies.

yet, grey cemented fingertips 

held tight to my fractured ankles. 

i devote my black lines to 

you now. I relinquish my pains 

in hymes and otherness rhyming. 

im structured in the carved howls

and linger in paragraphs of

pain.

i miss you.

i am swiss skies without 

holes;

just opaque grey clouds 

layered with tears.

layered with tears.

layered with tears.

without furry breathes 

or hearts beating

or capitals.

no more lies no more lines 

no more waves unkind. 

just what we had with stamps 

approved by your limitless 

sighings of settling.

i am swollowed whole

and yet, 

there are our yets,

waiting to dry.

compression tears. 

moiste kiss. 

there you are, Zen.

i am free in

you.

covered down

to my toes and beneath my

summarized lips.

there is a yellow mountain filled

with grass and heartbeats.

where the moon once loved

the sun, a lovechild of freedom

portrayed us.

red

white

never blue.

honey

running in the pink sky;

he said there was more 

in the black turned, tips.

flower ends are turning violet

just by being here. by breathing in

the calves running and filtered

grass

splitting.

finished under water

with tubes 

tied to died

aliens.

i stepped on our 

batwings and

cried lungs out.

my heartbeat is

alive and

windy

and perfect.

granted avalanche

when we arrived 

the amulet was damaged and 

broke

the

moments erased.

the moment you get out

of that.

it has left our warped feeling of

what i should have done

could have said

when they hurt me.

because in this tap tap tap of

letters into moods swinging into

crying skins;

i excavate your, beneath me.

i rise

above you because this

this

I

is all that is.

real.