(My mind is a(-)quiver

(My mind is a(-)quiver,
(Still it with a thought),
And from it I loose words
(Drawn back, cheek to slot)
Which hit their target, usually
(I’m both the shooter and the shot),
But which hardly make a sound
(As they flash past where they ought),
While love is the clamorous battle
(In which few will know you’ve fought).)

finally, a reason to smile

Your cheeks,
I think,
are so
rarity–

you see,
they are
(in their
sad way)
pretty–

and really
all shadows
dance
if we will but
let our
light
out

and shout:
I am one
whose fingers
are
glowers–

these flowers
are quite
my
never so much
me–

and be
that
as t’were
sight–

I might
see you playful
after

the laughter
has left
your hips–

as
these lips,
though alone,
are not
only–

lonely

absent yours

anymore.

yellow

yellow
is in
the corners
of the room

and

if you
stare
at them
long
enough,
then your mind
can turn them
inside
out,

and suddenly
you are outside
the room,
and that’s
just
fine;

look around
you
and you’ll see
just how
green
the grass has
never
been.

glances of glass

I saw you
at the beach
tonight;

My fingers fumbled
with my zipper
and my socks
stuck
to my
feet
in protest
and caused
me to hop
a bit
before
they finally
acquiesced;

I dipped
my head
beneath the glass
and started
to move
in you,
and almost
I forgot
you
and the empty
promises
that you
imparted;

I slid
sadly
into
and
out of
you
as countless
other creatures
had,

and all about me
as I cracked
your schism
were the
faces
of bright stars,
alit on your
curling
bosom;

I lost my breaths
through
your surface,
and I did
contemplate
never
coming back
for them–
might I melt
softly
into you?

The dull
roar
of you
was ever
within
me,
and
I heard
the thunderous
crashing
of your eyes
upon me,
again;

I clumsily
heaved myself
onto
the shore,
and
plodded
onto the
loneliness
of the land,

but

I secretly
smiled,

for

I saw you
at the beach
tonight.

i know you (even if you do not)

i think that you
are
overly kind
because
the world is not
and you have felt
its
sighing
darkness
crush;

i watch you
smile
and i see
the depths
of sadness
in your
crackling
crystal
eyes;

you wear
all broken-heartedness
about your neck
imperceptibly,
but i see it
by
where it weighs
your
silvered
shoulders
down;

i see the you
that you
would have me
see,
but
i love
the silent you
that breathes
restless
hope;

i find you
in
the
____br
_o
___k
en
in-betweens
of sleep
and
sun-soaked
seafoam
sands,

and

all silences
wear your scent
echoing through
their
frost stone
weeping
halls.

do not seek me
(except in
not
seeking me),
and
i will wait
here
for you
in the
shimmering of
my own
quiet
soul.

a woman who is everywhere leads a man to nowhere

i have found you
too often
in the earth,

and

the skies
likewise
have echoed
your name;

the sea churns out
your hair,

and trees whisper
of your lips,

so

do not
harshly deal
with me
when i
have no place to go
to
forget you
except
my
Lethe,

the oblivion
in

the
bottle.

salt sea hair

i know
that you have
lain upon
the grass
and found
your limbs
hanging off
edges

and
been troubled,

but

allow me
to
say
that this
is no
tragedy:

your hair
(which i love
so
well)
hangs off the very
crust
of every
earth

and

i say
that
it never
leaves
the sea.

if i could
write it,
i would,

but,

for now,

you’ll have
to
smile
at these
words

and

trust
me.