Drown on, my love

Her hand links with that of the storm

For the great drowning begins with one swallow

Only nimble fingers can reach down her fragile throat

And wrench the former firmness of her depths

Yet on she trains and teaches "how to slay me"

As if murder needed to be taught of one so weak

Her voice is eaten by the gluttonous whirlwind

And the grins of greedy men prevail upon her flesh

She is soft, every inch of her drips with the sensual

Beauty possessed by nocturnal predators

Her love is a sticky mire of her own creation

For the stars within her a silenced by her filth

So that none may ask to hear her silver song

Pliable clay path bears timid foot-marks leaving

A trail and guide and hiding flight

To stranger lands and emptier loves

Drown on, my love, and sing no more

Cry out for want

Cry out for want of light, O child

For upon this hearing he will come

Drawing you into his embrace like tender petals, closing

Cry out for want of love, O man

Knowing it shall find you

In bewildered oblivion he is there

In utter placefulness he is near

Cry out for want of breath, O maid

For the warm and holy wind will fill your lungs

Inflating song-womb, puffs and heaves

To carry every desperate hope

To usher every desperate plea unto his faithful ear

Cry out for want of tears, O earth

That salt may quench your parche'd mouth

Whimsy fills the eyes of him who always was, the craftsman

He dreams you up as you, continually born, arise

Awaken every desperate love

Arrest from sleep all old affection

Cry out for want of nothing, O soul

Yet ears full of stars and liquid song clear out

To heed your cry, and live and die

He sinks his fingers into you, and scoops out all the pain

For you are home and not alone in desperate hope

In desperate plea for light and love and breath and tears and nothing

Every cry made silent, sleeps in his arms forever

(4/16)

Wednesday

The familiar drone

Of worshipful elevator tones

Lulls us into bored stupor

Big eyes think as

White symbols conquer walls

And we are lost to blinking

For moments hung in shrinking

Starlight

(4/15)

[Untitled]

Blades of grass quiver

Like virgin lips from love's first touch

Lavender winds sway from

East to west

Enchanting every wayside wand'rer

(4/14)

(work in progress)

"Yet the sea is never full" Ecclesiastes 1:7

Flood insatiable endlessly flies

From peaks of mountains and tears from skies

A cup through generations passed down

Spills its wine on sacred crown

(4/13)

The itch

Heat, the boiled blood surfacing

Tender to touch, silly shade of pink

The sun sponges pallid ticket

And the sighing wind rolls her eyes

At the itch she cannot quench

(4/12)

The simplest song

She sits with the black tabletop

Gaze drifting lazily around

Chin in listless hand

The sun's the light bulb in her head

She sees his brown eyes wink away

All her memories of the pain

Clasping hands so near

The sun's the light bulb in her head

Pre-chorus:

And she says...

How how how can I tell him

He's un-un-unforgettable

Lovely, kind and new?

Young face, old eyes, everything

Chorus:

It'll take the simplest song

No complications

Chords like water

Words like sunshine

To tell him

"All I want is you!"

She gives him every song she knows
Her heart's full of joyful chirping
His smile always glows
And the sun's the light bulb in her head

(Pre-chrous)
(Chorus)

(4/11)