Umanità

e maechachamae ale chaschas hiskya myumyu a hiskyab maecha

dipingendo

I imagine you as porcelain
unwaked on a bed of blades

Dipingere.

Is the mind more intimately connected to sound
and at what scale does it register
watching wooden (or are they woodland) creatures
glide across the sands
to the hushed whisper of the sea.
What portal is most personal?
the window in your eyes
or hopping through your gallery
do I seek to see my own face
staring, gawking,
from behind pastel?
what moves me, as I feel I'm wayward swept
as if at sea.
scattered pieces of a jigsaw on the table,
a few, on the floor.
a paintbrush
a pen.

Caramel!

Back in Bold

Am I so bold
do I dare accept fate
deceitful in my findings
earnest in my intentions
the sweet ring of your laugh
in the music I obsess over
would I ruin this album if I wrote your name
on the front, in black ink, or in tears.
would you really accept that I didn't know.
would I really, eyes glazed, cheeks wet
heart fluttered, slip into your life again.
you may find me writhing and wriggling
into escape, a hare in the clutches of an unsure captor.
but also, you may find me, the perfect wine on your lips,
the perfect breeze in your hair,
the perfect sun on your face,
the perfect meadow for you to lay,
the perfect petal against your cheek,
the perfect stream running through your toes,
your eden.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t_qWOIobpAY

Duce de leite.

perchance I fall
a muse has swept me
fluttered, reddened, crunched
a pile of leaves by the curb
I sit, mind open to the soul
can you impart on me something
an explanation of serendipity
why does every step find my foot
caught in sweet, sticky caramel.
i'm not able to escape the ever-presence.
I scour rhetoric for clues
John Nash unleashed on internet blogs
but care only for the messages
given in soft speech, erstwhile glances
and repetition.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-JYxc5ftEzg

O que é mais doce

pancakes with a hint of vanilla and cinnamon
a mojito or some other minted gin
strawberry lipgloss that sealed my fate
an odor of brilliant sex
a patch of flowers in antartica
burnt skin and soaked brow
a wind swept day at the beach
morning breath
the smell of coconut in your hair
downy freshness
one glass of orange juice and one of milk
a night in your arms
10 million million nightlights
the amethyst necklace your grandmother gave you
a bottle of white wine
my heart in a black box