(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).)

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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.

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.