Poems
Three Short Love Poems
(For Ange)
I
before i let you touch me, my heart
was a black knot
then you took me to the place where time goes
now we each blow out one candle
not long before dawn
the fire is finally dead
but the ashes are still glowing
and my eyes have not lied to my soul
and my soul has not lied to my heart
II
in what other world did your eyes haunt me?
in what oceans and fields did we play together?
which horizons felt our searching,
and from what dark skies did we satisfy our thirst?
it seems an answer is pouring from each glance,
and if we look fearlessly and long enough
some truthful vision will reveal itself.
here, i know this much, though -
your eyes are my home.
III
everything has caught fire
my love is afloat on itself
i don't need to travel
your body is a continent
it's only the cyclic mating-call of the rhapsodist
but i can never speak my love short enough
Lost At Home
out in the night in the underground tunnels,
then in basements writhing with the worms,
our toxins spreading through the sewers soon enough.
brother, we're rootless, eyeballs trained
to gaze beyond horizons,
thirsting for the vastness of empires
that always arrive too green and too slow.
scions of radicals, resisting even water,
tapping into lights, barely breathing air,
surfing through each figure as if love was elsewhere.
sister, the secrets of our veins will betray us,
humming softly to ourselves, or marking art in time,
as if waiting for gifts to fall
from the upturned bowl of the sky.