tssk

this idea
this shard of glass
lodged in the stems of my mind
tastes like fire
it's a spinning record.
caramel.

Night swimming

Oh what a painting!
in your eyes, dear,
I'm drowning.

Breakfast

A powerful pull
sticky sweet syrup
dripping from a bottle cap
was a reminder
of when you were here

Me lembro?

Você não será a minha
eu não serei perfeito
mas nos amaremos, né?
O que é amor se não é isto?

dreams?

what dreams we have known
when you and I were asleep
together when not

Je ne peux pas parler français

en passant
t'entends
sans bruit

Not so floating world

clasping at feathers,
tearing one's very essence,
watching icarus

tickle

tick, tick
talk, talk

miami

mi ami? nella mattina e nella vita?
mi chiami? quando arrivi alla citta' di
miami? non e' la citta' d'amore ma ha mio cuore,
quando arrivi, cosa fai? perche' mi mancherai per sempre.

morning

What must befall me?
must I jump?
I've stood too long
feet sore
wings aching from non-use
eyes dart, a million stars surround me
and I'm overwhelmed in lucidity.
a taste of fine grapes
and a message hardly legible
made of leaves in the wind
moments later no more than a pile.
but by then it is no longer a secret
her smile is obvious as she kisses me
softly as the breeze
on midsummer's day.

violet

my violet
why do you boast so?
show yourself so, to be so admired?
are you not tired of forgotten promises?
my little violet
why do you wilt
when the sun hides its rays
or when I whisper into your mind?
my little violet
why do you insist on beauty,
on brilliance and color
why do you watch irises
why do you smile bright for the newborn sun?
why are you so meek
so bashful of a faded petal
when I am colorblind?

Floating World III

synapses frozen
light between the mountaintops
cascades on our lunch

Floating World II

blue white flakes of ice,
sideways dance on frigid wind;
die on rosy cheeks

floating world

the crisp bite of wind
in the ears of the flautist
was a melody

Caramel Emboldened

Syruptition in its worst form
is when you return to me
all at once.

Gouda

On avalanche:
with a twinkled eye,
diamond gaze down mountain side
drifting flakes, she sleeps
when she wakes will she see.
i missed a moment and on return
I felt blind in her presence
felt myself twisting through brine
gasping
lost in heat and swirled
bubbled memories slip through rippled
waves
there's an image in the mirror I hadn't seen before
I slip to knees
unworthy
what changed you
or was it a change in me.
the book doesn't read the same
if I see it your way.

i feel a name slide off my tongue
and splash into sweet, slippery jam
is it stuck there
to be spread on toast
and devoured between sips of tea
or does it linger
only for a moment
and escape.

REPEAT? (repeat)

A complexion I know well
a coutenance, repeated
hair and eyes I can count on
remember.
serendipity is but a word
like tuscan fields are but perfect.
there is no comparison.
can you feel the drip, drop...
a thousand miles of aqueducts
a moment of silence
and your thirst, gone.
what more could you seek
when you've thus been satisfied;
but I, can I be so happy
with a reflection?
what words you've stolen to match your face?
what love to match your voice?
destiny is but an idea
and I
a slave... or a stolen glance
when dew strikes your eye
and you've forgotten, as I have,
moments gone by.