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May 2015

Tender Witness

Tender Witness (5.28.15)

you hold
tender witness
to my shadow
resting
on the sheet
and the window
is open
to the shifting
air
of the coast
after the rains

you hold
tender witness
to my casual
undoing
the unraveling
one strand
untwining
like
this lonely road
and she takes
takes it all from me
and I feel
like the coast
after the rains

all dampness
and
light flash
leaving me to vanish to
silver and steam
leaving me to dissipate

leaving me to dissolve
like leftover rain
leaving me
evaporating
into you
to inhale
the smells
of your skin
the smells
of the coast
after the rains

and you’re air
cool and clean
calm and collected
without trepidation

and you hold me
and you hold
your
tender witness
to my
trembling
where my ribs
would shatter
under the force
of fear
and you whisper,
whisper to me,
tender witness
have a little trust
your breathing
like the air
after the rain
your tender witness
to my shadow
sinking on
sheets
and I feel
like the coast
after the rains

At First Light

At First Light (5.21.15)

At first light,
I’m driving toward the sound
and the questions
in the back of my mind
vanish
into a cold fog of
disillusion

The rain in this town
constant
a reminder I was baptized
into love
constant
and a mischief breeze
torments my hair
through the window

perhaps I left the bath
running
perhaps I should turn
around
perhaps I should go
back home
perhaps I should have
told him I loved him
perhaps I should have
held her a little tighter
to me last time
perhaps I should
double check
every inch of my living
for cracks

All these moments
were written in our histories
long before we came to light
All these stories were
carved
with a whisper into the palms
of my hands
before I even knew my stars

I’ll never lose the night
you held me close
cautious in your carry
and whispered fate’s
secrets in my ears
Please, love,
never lose that night
even when I’ve gone

At first light,
there is glory in the ache
for the restless evening air
of my time here
and there is glory in the break
as I’m driving toward the sound.

Morning Glory

Morning Glory (5.1.15)

I made this bed for us
now lay
with me
and I will turn my back
to you

I will pretend to sleep.
I will pretend not to feel you
when you reach for me
in the night
knee tucked to knees

Sleep well
my dear
Sleep heavy

When you wake
you will find
my pillows cool.
The heat of my body
will change
to the heat of the sun
on your face
and that will be your morning,
glory.

And I’ll be on my way

Remember
that morning glory
the abandoned sunlight
on the sil
the nights you are humming
when your nerves
won’t stand down,
hear those
choirs of loneliness
thundering
and those pockets of rain
and spare change
bartering for your innocence,
morning glory

And I’ll be on my way.

Masters of Innocence

Masters of Innocence (4.19.15)

We were masters of innocence
that dusty summer
those soft Sunday evenings
golden air
breathing the light
with all those captive spirits
calling across the fields

We were masters of innocence
bound for glory and stars
until that train came roaring through
and took you away
like those captive spirits
calling across the fields

We were masters of innocence
that dusty summer
but you shook
our youth from your heels
as you chased
after all those captive spirits
calling across the fields

We were masters of innocence
but the sky changed
revealing the grey
in this forgotten town
and those cracked sidewalks
trodden as memory
and I cry out for your return
begging all those captive spirits,
calling across the fields

We were masters of innocence
that dusty summer
but you did not go gentle
into my night, love.
Even the pure white statues
of the most holy angels
winged and glowing
cast black shadows
on the grass
in dusty summers
holding all those captive spirits
calling across the fields

We were masters of innocence
and now,
in that golden air
and breathing the light
if my stillness is silent enough
if my silence is still enough
in dusty summers
I hear your echoes
calling
amongst those captive spirits
calling across the fields

Tasting Notes

Tasting Notes (4.14.15)

 

your name

tastes

bitter sour

the rind of an orange

on the roof of my mouth

 

you,

pomegranate, low and mellow

soft-spoken in the sunlight

me, citrus,

sparkling and void

champagne

with a twist

 

and your bravery

sticks to me like pinesap,

honey,

rending my fingertips

mute

and graceless

 

you were grapefruit reduction

bold

and unapologetic

slick with olive oil

and I was crushing basil

in my clenched fists

hoping you would mingle

with me

under my hands

 

your darkness

streaks across my cheekbones

as you gently cup

my chin in

your palm

 

and that morning

you were bottling rain

to save the way the mist smelled

in my hair

to hold the essence of

nectarine blossoms

all sage wisdom

and the birth

of

flowering plum trees

 

I could feel the rumble

of voice in your throat

beneath my tongue

and the salt of your skin

 

now

 

please do not interrupt me

again

it is my turn

let my heart undress you

taste each note

each letter

of your name

 

the sky turned orange

in homage

to

your laughter as you left

the bitter sour

on the roof of my mouth

 

and your bitterness

your bravery

sticks to me

like heat

like honey

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