Every night it circles around
We park our words next to each other
Hoping to catch spirits in flight
Holding patterns
Runways too short to clear
Every night circles about me
In quiet destitute
Waiting for signals to land

These hands have a memory of it's own
They remember the thin belt around your waist
They hold as our bodies shifted to music and rhythm
These memories are recast into dreams
Years later I dream that I danced

BLOGGER

luxly

All week long my heart flutters with music
These songs are about the rivers and the pathos it affords

I still sing my winter song
Hollow of breath
Horse of mouth
My mouth contains the sea
It’s epic song
No longer echo

Wanted



i wanted to simplify
ur misfit
i wanted fuel
u wanted to burn
i wanted the taste

and afterwards
take ur hand
to my sternum
hear the little tin drum
rattle beneath ur palm





u wanted to burn clean

i didn't let u

there were charred remains

that i could have use to chart a course

of course

i wanted to draw lines
just for u