Quotidian Blindness.

There is a hole in the back of your head, the sun shines into this hole. You are denied a glimpse of it.  It could be your face. Others “look into it” the most public, promiscuous part of your body is invisible to yourself. How obvious. The thing that kisses, sneezes, whistles and moans is a hole more private than our privates. You retreat from this dreadful hole into this strange and mundane blindness, the blindness of your face to itself. You want light a cigarette or fix yourself a drink. You want to make a phone call. To whom? You don’t know. Of course you don’t. you want to phone your face. The one you’ve never met. Who you are. 

slaying demons...

we are fading

memories of you
peeling off my subconsciousness like
paint from a fading fresco


we were beautiful once

and romance

is when two people are walking next to each other and all of a sudden they find themselves holding hands, and they don't know how that happened. 

Stories

Our bodies sprawled over the bed, my arm over yours, your legs crossed upon mine, your head resting on my shoulder as I run my fingers through your hair. Our bodies are not new to each-other, they know their way around and in this we hold our stories. 

 our scars from recklessness, our bodies show age, it shows us where we have been, what we have done, it shows in lines and scars, in fatigue and aches. 

 your body my love is covered in poetry, in heartbreak, stoicism, torn ankles, hair that is different than your younger years, a crease under your eye from staring into a blank screen for too long, muscles that have strengthened in places, lessened in others. Can I look at those poems with desire? yes, I can. I can read our story to date and I can wonder about the years before. 

   I can see furtive digging at your nail beds when you had to hold your words under your breath, I can see absentmindedly clipping your nail far too in. 

I can see the difference between my body and that of a 20 year old, well of course she is at the beginning and I am at the middle  Can I accept that when your eyes cross her body that you will experience something perhaps different than when your body reads mine? Yes, I can, and you know I will appreciate the beauty of younger men as well. Nothing wrong with having that out in the open. 

Yet I seal it all with a kiss for you and fight it with morning runs, face creams, sexy shoes, spanx and yet I know in my heart that our bodies are meant to be ruined from living life. 

A thousand desires such as these

A thousand desires such as these
A thousand moments to set this night on fire,
reach out and you can touch them,
you can touch them with your silences
you can reach them with your lust
rivers, mountains, rains,
rain against a torrid hills cape
A thousand desires such as these

I loved rain as a child, as a lost young man
empty landscapes bleached by a tired sun
and then, and then suddenly it came like a dark unknown woman
her eyes scorched my silences,
her body wrapped itself around me like a summer without an end

Pause me, hold me, reach me where no man has gone,
crossing the seven seas, with the wings of fire , i fly towards nowhere
and you,
rivers, mountains, rain
rain against a scorched landscape of pain

A thousand desires such as these,
A thousand moments to set this night on fire,
reach out and you can touch them,
you can touch them with your silences
you can reach them with your lust
rivers, mountains, rains,
rain against a torrid hills cape
A thousand ...a thousand desires such as these

Letters

I will love you like the fish that loves water. I will love you like the water that loves the shore. I will love you like the shore that loves the wave. I will love you like the wave that loves foot prints. I will love you even if the oceans turn to sawdust and the trees fall in the forest without anyone around to hear them. I will love you like the water that spills over and is drawn toward an important document. I will love you like the smudge that loves ink. I will love you like that human eye squinting to read the smudge. I will love you like the paper that holds secrets and is hidden for safekeeping. I will love you like the precious ear ring that drops to a drain and sends its wearer scavenging in horror. I will love you like the taxi that loves the muddy splash of water. I will love you like an iceberg loves a ship. I will love you like a band aid that slips into pie. I will love you with the innocence of fire that will ravage everything in its sight. I will love you like a pervert who possesses his stash of underpants. I will love you like crows love murder. I will love you like justice that stays calm when everything goes wrong.