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Holy in the Infinite

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March 2015

Mercy

Mercy (3.28.15)

A violent unbecoming

of darkness

In the shadows of a night

Turning white

at the seams

Leaves shivering

Leave me shivering

Even though

Everyone says

it’s spring now

 

Carry the one

Who cast you aside

Beside you

Ashamed to admit

Your heart

is rusting

from being

left

out in the rain

 

And there is always

little mercy in the morning

When that white moves to gold

on the sil

And the steam shades

over the glass

Blurring your perception

of what dawn really means

to everyone else

 

I remember once

how I watched the shadows

of rain

on the glass

paint the running of tears

down your cheeks

and,

without you

even knowing,

I could see how

fragile

and honest

your face could be

when the sun

was cast

on your skin

River

 

 River (1.18.15) – Dane’s Poem

you needn’t apologize for these

rivers between us

 

you needn’t try to tame these

rivers beneath us

 

as we float with uncertainty

 

you needn’t try to comprehend

my currents

 

you needn’t try to understand these

rivers within me

 

just rest with me

knowing

my gentle surface

belies

my

restive

bed

beneath

 

as we dip

below

count the rivers

beneath my skin

that change course

with each beat

of hearts

undecided

 

it was always pricking

my finger on pine needles

and the

trickling stream

tiny rivers

of blood

that called you forward

and now,

in the dappled shade of those trees

and the rushing water

pretending

rivers beside us

as we are still

together

I find myself

going

going

going towards the source

 

supine

on your banks

after that rush

rush

rush

of waves

 

and you

you

slip

slip

slip through my fingers

like water

My Love

My Love (2.15.15)

Do not shy away

my love

Slip into my sheets

and

allow me to whisper

to you

simple love sonnets

 

Come closer

my love

I will sing you

into a mystery

and

then

a lullaby

 

Strip down

my love

reveal yourself

and I will challenge

whatever

in you

feels barren

 

Lay with me

my love

And I will brush

the worry from your chest

with my

fingertips

 

For you

my love

have changed me

you have broken down

these cloistered cities

those high-walled

ruins of my heart

and held the sadness

 

Rest here

my love

by my little window

with sunlight in February

roses are blooming

Rest here

my love

with me

and I will change you

into a poem

You Will Remain

you will remain (3.5.15)

 

with each morning

the distance between us

stretches further

until the oceans are nothing

but in my heart

you will remain

 

our long conversation

has grown quiet

the dishes have been cleared

but here at my table

you will remain

 

your smell long lost

from my clothes

from my memory

the sheets long-cooled

from your warmth

but under my hands

you will remain

 

in this stillness

of melancholy

the grey haze

of nostalgia

you will remain

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