sometimes

sometimes the worlds stand still to
heed you and only you.
your words shape worlds and some
men's universe
and maybe
you don't know that.

sometimes the lights all fall on
you and only you.
your thoughts take sound and flow
and melody and
someone dances to
this silent song you
wrote though you'd never know
you wrote it
and maybe
you'd never even hear it.

sometimes the dreams of men play
for you and only you.
and sometimes you'd be the
one to weave
them for them.
but you would never know that.

sometimes the literature of men write
of you and for you,
and only you.
sometimes you'd never know
that you brought them the
thoughts through something you
said or wrote or recited
or sang or
waved or smiled.
and most times
they would never know that.

sometimes all the worlds stand still,
just to stand still,
for you and only you.

2004.feb.26

glass rain

I will bleed for you
As I stand on the center of the earth
Waiting for all of heaven to dim.
For I am lonely again
Watch me with my arms wide open
Willing to let the storm in.

And I will suffer for you
As I chase drifting dreams this midnight
Drifting with them to distant shores.
And I am long lost
You see me torn and badly shaken
Inside the cradle of wrathful waves.

And I will let you leave me
Alive but empty in this forsaken place
Waiting for all of heaven to break.
And all angels weep
Shards of broken glass upon this field
Right into my undying body.

1999.dec

mercurial

thunder, i thought i heard you murmur,
as i was surfing over flame waves on the sun
the other day

these unsolicited reminders of days on earth
grapple at my heart and not too gently,
damn you

you dare have me remember colder days
when whisper and wind don't break my skin
(when i wished they would)

and i wish i would not hear you again
over the crackling of tides of flame,
i could be happy

not to know you like i used to
to have forgotten you
to know you forgot me

but you didn't
you can't
damn you

2007.jul.12

follow the red butterfly

it would be nice
if the nights
were a little tangible
when we destroy them.

a shard or a splinter,
a strand or a sliver,
would make a nice
keepsake.

need me again,
already.

half a moon away
our tryst waits
lurking
in the sunshine.

2007.oct.30

fragments

my morning,
is outside that window and golden skyline,
broken light melting unto the mountain peak;
and you are still asleep -
streams of dark hair flow over pillows,
and your lips smile slighty, and

you breathe.

and i fall for you, again,
i fall for you to fragments and i cannot breathe,
save if i breathe your scent;
i feel the night descend,
and even if the sun has breached our safety
memories of blessed darkness stir inside me.

let your eyes caress the daybreak,
my mirth lies in that i am part of your waking,
and if you touch me, i am real;
as real as daylight flooding our fortress,
as true as songs of this newborn sunlit world,
and lost in between your breath and

your touch.

and my morning is you,
my black soul knows the world of waking because of you,
you accept my darkness and embrace my nights;
and in between your sighs,
i fall for you to fragments that i could be your night,
i could be all the stars in your sky.

2005.mar.31

moogle song

We write our names in the light of stars
On the stones at midnight reflecting
the tranquil sadness of the moon,
And by the mouth of our caves
We dance to an audience of stars.

We cast our happiness down the hillside
Down darkness, the town of the sleeping
innocent and oblivious to the night,
And we sing our songs to the moon
As we move under the light of stars.

We sleep under the shelter of the stars
Out in the cool evening growing
silver blades out of the moon's face,
And we sleep with stones for pillows
We sleep with a warm blanket of stars.

We rise again in this endless night
To its endless applause lingering
with the gentle echoes like voices,
Of stars from a distance clapping
As we dance to an audience of stars.

2001.feb

sonnet zero

My thirst, boiled unquenched by water and blood,
Sought some bliss from my state of wanting you;
The slightest touch and the lightest kiss had
This unholy madness you did seduce.
Your eyes hungered, in flames of hell they danced,
As did my own reflection in your stare;
Your spell, it had me burning in a trance
-- scent of your body naked, filled my air.
My mind lost, unanchored and heavenbound,
Cried for admittance at the gates of sin;
In the stream of our juices then I drowned,
As the earth trembled and the angels blinked.
My body, one with yours and shivering
-- in bliss, and the midnight, it was steaming.

2003.may
*formerly titled as "The Challenge To Write An Erotic Shakespearean Sonnet Without Using The Words 'Love', 'Lust', 'Passion', 'Desire', and 'Monster', And Guile Must Have Forgotten 'Ecstasy'