Letter of December 25th

December 25, 2014


My Dearest Love,

If all the world’s sweetest music that had been released

into the aether had returned

the earth would slow upon its axis

and ready itself to spin it a different direction

and I will have fully witnessed how you became

the poetry that refreshed my most parched soul

Still I thirst to be written by your hand,

my soul given its details, its brilliance,

stroke by stroke, mad laughter spilling its intimacy,

the intimacy stars will share with darkness,

and darkness will share with morning sunlight

I wish I could show you the frightening beauty within you,

the crackling storms rising over innocent hillsides,

cracking open my ribcage, releasing the rolling

symphonic murmurations to the heavens

as you reached in and lit the lanterns next to my spine

and nestled your heart next to mine

and shivered our world awake.

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L= (Y+M) C²

March 26, 2012

Do you know that place between
being awake and asleep
where you still remember dreaming?
That’s where we can always find
each other
and our love

What if I were to tell you
in one impossible fleeting moment
in our embrace
I knew your life complete
as you would mine?
Every thought
every memory
every pain
every joy
every failure
every triumph
while the world
went quiet around us
as we were flung
to the far end of
a timeless

Perhaps I will never fully understand
the physics of love
Only that
Love will always be
you and me
the speed of light

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I Want To Be With Her

March 10, 2012

I want to be with her
who knows secret things
secrets that hang precariously like drops
of honey from her lips
falling through space and
ringing like tiny bells that only

I want to be with her
who splits the sea breezes
with excited horses
and waves lapping the soothed sand
I savor the saltwater
off her skin

I want to be with her
as the universe awakens
where you are the first morning
and nothing in the world

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You Were Gold

April 24, 2010

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You were gold
I was silver

We drank moonlight
from rooftops
in drunken glee
and kissed with
the taste of promise
We were

light chasing light
over evening wave tips
I’ve inhaled your sky
and sand and water as

I walked into your ocean
and failed to walk out.

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Let Us Go Then

April 4, 2010

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Let us go then, you and I
and wade into the sea
where the shifting sands beneath our feet
no longer question our souls’ intent
and the swirling salt water washes
through our fragile longing
like the stars that rush
through our bodies
and disappear
toward an unknown

My fingers will always know
the details of your
spine in the small
of your back,
and the feel of your hair
my hand sifts though
and without knowing all
the colored
details of your life,
I will recite the song of your eyes
with the depth of its

Yet they hold so many stories
I have yet learned to read.

And want to.

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In My Heart

March 14, 2010


In the stillest moment of the evening
you fire through the aether and
the rush of chaotic atmosphere
and slide through a crack in my perimeter,
past the guards and monsters,
and with silent feet
slip under my skin,
swim up the currents of
my capillaries and vessels,
climb up the trees and
up the furthest branches
to where you will rest.

And in the morning
I will awaken
to the cathedral bells outside
and with you
in my heart.

I See You in Colors

September 19, 2009


I am pretending you did not exist.
Ink nightly washes black
over my consciousness
and abandons me as morning seaweed
upon a foreign beach.

I am pretending we were simply
the sparkling imagination of some higher being,
our life together set below a singular epic sky
in future histories

I am pretending I cannot taste you
each day as I do the sea air in my breath
when I am running,
my heart tied upon one foot,
ancient melancholy tied upon the other,
anxiously racing,
madly racing through lifetimes,
to find our brightened souls.

I see you in colors that don’t exist.

It is all that I see clearly.
and why I run.

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July 18, 2009

I lingered silent over the geography
of your spirit,
and inhaled its saffron valleys,
sunlit with lissome lilies,
as I drunk deep from its coaxing wells
of cool electricity.

I have tasted the Spring’s first blooms
in your glance and wondered
of the half life of our words
and the extraordinary struggle
of their anxious disorder.

I stopped cold with your slight
“hey mister” and all I could think was
of the fate of crowned angels
in the silvered milky way
watching over,
washing over
my desire to be lured
and unraveled
did you really call me

We shall run away far from all
that is familiar,
toothy fear and excitement our fuel,
until the burdened chatter of others
becomes inaudible,
until all that is unspeakable
is spoken,
and our voice,
clear and charmed in its
undressed debut,

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into a star splintered
i reach
with hopeful fingers
into the light
of distant
captive in the

into a star splintered
the desert swan
between my shadow
and redemption,
captive in her blithe
grandness of

into our star splintered
i will not always
understand the spirited
of our higher
being’s wand
but i will always be
captive in the lithe
grace of


April 18, 2009


gentle emily sings by the sea
strands of opera
and seaweed that
untangle beneath
a lustful sky
as the tides pull her closer
to (than i will ever know)
the mercurial faces
of angels
with soft elbows
upon my chest
who rise with
the inhaling of mist
and fall with
each exhaled breath
as the sea
pulls me