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artists’ dance

waterlogged, all curls and fallen crests led into deep bronze-lit sanctuary held breath, rule-breaker’s grin calloused hands tuck baby hairs behind open ears

wordless exhibit of suddenly-shared space envisioned geometry, time-bleached bones the background wears well-known classics tying together a simple sanctum

two minds face, bared in silent honesty mouthing promises against a pulsing jugular fabric slides from forms, folded piece-by-piece gooseflesh melts as skin meets

softly sliding into passion hazel boring into azure indexing flushed freckles carefully each exhale the other’s inhale, exchanging breath no rush interferes with the rhythmic encounter, nothing taken, only given willingly accepted, reclining under connection names drop from pursed lips skin alight, soothed by gentle tonguing motion not a raging wildfire in sight only the hum of the hearth nerves twinge, submerged in delight the buzz embedded in my flesh subsides in sweat and soft smiles

rest easy, tired eyes your gaze is truly loved softly enfolds my tired limbs in emblazoned arms and a second, true-beating heart.

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your move

the twisting rules of this game invade my sleepy mind waking unto uncertainty looking for that which vanishes at whim in the periphery

summer’s sigh lifts me skyward a comet kite, licking the cloudy lace you hold my string in weathered fingers each twitch a tremor up my frame is it realized? is it seen? as i am tied down, you say you cannot be

menthol sticks in my throat dizzy, in ‘missed connections’ a Venn diagram of ‘want’ and ‘need’ in which i find no welcome.

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journey  man

take pause in life, you wild, sleepless wanderer cast off the shackles of personal convention allow yourself the peace of other minds.

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repeating Rhythm

greedy mental cacophony

cease your endless whining

you force my blood to buzz

hands and lips to itch

brain blitz, longs for mingled breath

immix my limbs in cotton

strike me, lonely, across the canvas

tremors through a naked room

beach boy, you get around

leap from one dock to the next

rest for a while, here? 

spill into rosy-fingered Dawn.

bared throat to a biting beat

black-blown gaze

hands hotter than flame

curl and clasp

summon instinct and, indeed

tonight, deepens. strike me, lonely, across the canvas

tremors through a naked room

beach boy, you get around

leap from one dock to the next

rest for a while, here?

spill into rosy-fingered Dawn.

bared throat to a biting beat

black-blown gaze

hands hotter than flame

curl and clasp

summon instinct and, indeed

tonight, deepens.

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synesthete’s paradise

in the morning, the tree comes through my window offering blue oranges for breakfast taste buds cactus eyes peer from the sill flies watch from the ceiling

i roll dust devils across my fingers gold coins in ichor are a fine cereal polish the canines and antler tips paint my promises on my skin

birds with sparks for wings roost in-between my ears come and go as you please, this nest is impermanence embodied

drink in the sun through the nose a fresh thought cracking between knucklebones whining color streams in on a breeze-back hummingbirds weave through my ribs chords thump beneath my skin

awareness is hunger consciousness is being and this thought place is the Spot-to-Be life prickles at my pores, hums aureate principles through fingerprints

i grind coffee i sip the stars neurons roil and boil the universe breathes

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solitary musing

melancholic mist from my mouth strands of ruddy hair floating down visible, yet elected invisible relief within grasp but ethereal passed through, out the other side taking away all within, leaving the shell the last refuge

a crack spreads.

leisure follows close behind careless destruction each comfortable breath stealing mine attaching dismay to each fingertip i sink into the earth blind, deaf, dumb the pinball fever is dead abandoned by parchment and bone at the center of a flinty blankness whose piercing chill strikes repeated central blows

and, a crack spreads.

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7 days of life

Lunae,

slivers of fluttery birdsong pull

me and my bedhead

into the soft blue glow

of cool, young day

stretching, pebbles trickle down a vertibraeic lattice-work

leaves unfurl behind my ears

clover yawns behind color-deaf eyes

lichen whispers and writhes under my skin

o, twixt time of lilting calm

precursor to paper and seeds

dry my wings in rippled breath

embrace the atrium in linear sureness

Martis,

flickering child, innocent and unknown

spreads warmth across my nerves

whimsical waltzing suffused in combustion

drink away my scaley tears and murmur on

a twist of twine betwixt chilled bones

suspended in stone, watching the blaze

eyes reflecting playfulness with soft joy

lift my something-maybe-a-soul?

snake eyes die, I calm my beating heart

with comfortable companionship

safe in the gilded gaze of life

even if only for a moment

Mercurii,

seafoam froths betwixt open teeth

shells climbing seaweed braids

riding a sparking fallen star

there is a boat under the moon

strings woven of clouds hold it up

a delicate geometry suspended, wild

a girl sits on the gunnels

her hair streaming across the horizon

cracking the smooth deep blue

in crazy bolts of vibrance

sinking below the sea

diamonds drip down her nose

to float on the waves of tomorrow

ah, odd Piscean child

solitary song from her lips

i hear you at last

Iovis,

cathartic, whimpering woods

you curl into yourself, and then out

layers of quiet rest beneath your roots

bio-snow atop your rolling canopy

deep within you, a timeless sanctum

winding vines lope up your many ribs

the struggle of life, your silent entertainment

the hum of green earth, blue of your blood

steam of your mossy coat seeps into my bones

bioluminescent freckles, dot your i’s

wispy offspring dance through the air

to be wrapped in your arms is contentment

at the kiss of the rain, foggy breath, brews

mystery of mine,

how close am i to your heart?

Veneris,

tower over, thought-thinker

cast that craggy shadow over my self

i’ll only go further

my hands climbing up your skin

yours pulling me back down again

from your peaks, the All is visible

to watch the world is a burden?

a gift.

understand, i would go this far

just to see your everyday scenery

one more time.

gold coins shower my nerves in metallic confusion

people ride the wind currents above me

people’s shrill voices come from the dirt below me

your slopes are a between-time

and as i slide down, down

opia, connecting and reversing gravity

i begin to join those who fly.

Saturni,

bell, buzz, bring me closer

i’m way out of reach

skipping from one planet to the next

it seems you like skipping cosmic bodies, too

come, dance with me?

waltz between stardust fjords

we are two private universes

in one public one.

red salt in my hair,

tie me back to home

whatever, thus named, shall be

the door exists within me

but the key i danced with

is lost

you are back on the mottled planet, it seems

but if you so desire it

walk out from my chest

take hold of my tail

let’s skitter among moaning planets, hissing stars

slip through the torn fabric of nothing-something

grasping at star signs and symbols

let’s travel.

Solis,

i tumble through a forest iris

shapes scintillating past my face

reaching for hazy memory flotsam

those of a time past, passed,

to explain it all

  in the world under my skin, the sun is red

at its center, an infant eye, I.

the moon and She of the boat

lie just below, waiting?

metallic cacti shiver in the dust

hands sprout from needles

sky-turned mouths, crying silent, proud song

the dust is smooth beneath my toes

the hum of Everything, hem and haw

pine trees prickle from my pores

antlers crown fragile temples

with the sun suspended between,

with the moon in my fingers

welcome, you are welcomed

this is my trap-door

this escape place is timeless

you can come whenever, because that’s never

but just try to leave when always rolls around

twist the Film. fall through the fold

land standing upside-sideways

on the right wall’s staircase

welcome, to Nothing-Something

this world of surreal-bitten dreams

you exist in here, within me now

take hold of my tail, please

and walk forever forwards.