Touch your body to me
Let the space between us shrink
So I can crawl into it
Cloister myself from the bigness of the world
And join in flesh with another being
To frighten away the monsters
I’m afraid being a person is far too hard
So let me
For a while
Be two.
Let me borrow your soft mass and cloak myself in your senses
Existence is frightening
So help me disappear into blissful non-being
Dissolving into actions not my own
Behaviors we both intended
Let us become them
Until I can bear living again
Category: Poetry
A Moment In Which I Only Existed For Your Sake
Let me sleep in the shallow space between moments
Lying silently in the nook of your syllables
I, in the blink of an eye, will experience dusk to dawn
Escaping the room as you glance away, only to return with
Your gaze
Intimacy
I perceive more miraculous anomalies in one nanometer of your anatomy than in the nativity.
Never have I felt an affinity so near infinity
My mind is a magazine, and you
An Emmy nominee
Nominally amazing
In every manner you can manage
I am a man enamored of your image
Even imagining your mammaries
Your beauty damning, demanding the greed of Mammon
It’s mildly maddening
Being mentally un-emancipated from the energy you emanate
Trapped in your very memory
Meaning with the best amenities
As an important emissary imprisoned with no indemnity.
Appoint me to serve you
Saying Namaste on my knees
I’d admonish your enemies and nemeses
Mend endemic emergencies.
Madame,
Please allow me to meet with you intimately.
Your Golden Words
Your words carry conversations without conversion
Openness rather than opinions
While others rather rhetoric, you share only what’s worth
sharing. Everything. And this is perhaps far more persuasive
And this is perhaps far more pervasive. You simply talk
and I don’t know what I think of that, because
It doesn’t give my mind a chance to wander.
What I Said I Think Of You
If you happen upon my opinion of you
lying on the ground
leave it be
It is a bad habit to take others opinions
As your own
besides
it is a breadcrumb leading to the entrance of my intentions
Leading to a stone maze of convolutions you
Can’t escape without clues
And There’s the Lightning
It’s never anybody’s fault.
We are equally and tragically
the same whirling storms,
fronts that run hot and cold
then we meet
And there’s the lightning
And the rain
Sound and fury with thunder voices
I’m sorry we argue
I’m sorry. We argued.
As I Flow and Call It Existence
My awareness floats and drips along the surface of every whatever
Trading paint with all of the world’s wonder
When the Eye Sees Itself
Awareness,
which causes all illusion,
cannot be one.
the mystery of consciousness is uncrackable
because the mystery is a facet of consciousness itself
Split a knife blade with its own edge
More soonly than you perceive the perceiver
When I Chose Poetry Over Sleep
My head is a brick
The night is heavy and leans on me
Beneath my body, every surface beckons me nearer
One, in particular, draws me only as close as nearsightedness
And draws my pen even closer
The Story That Reads Itself
Aware one, call me by name, and we shall be called I
I am the perceiver of the great tome
And the protagonist thereof
My narrative is the Universe and all things
Fold into its pages
Aware one, take me by the hand and give me will
So I may read my manuscript and live my role