Fall To The Floor

i dream of coming home
to you and silently, slowly
pulling down the straps
of your dress and
watching it fall to the floor

Three Poems From Shore

I.
the watchful crow
follows as we walk
and talk of worms

II.
spider defends his meal
the chase by lamplight

III.
bending over backwards
the leaf makes its distance
from the tree

Words From Conversation #1

I long to be between your legs
with my love in your heart

Words From Conversation #2

with your song bid me closer
smash my boat on your rocks
shipwreck me there with you
forever

What Do We Have To Talk About

the only conversation
begins with 'I love you' and
ends with your name

We Came Together

i didn't think
i would make it
but she whispered 'i am'
and we came together

I Strive For Nothing

i strive for nothing
so i am never unfulfilled
by my success

Don't Wake Up Don't Go

it was easy to forget
i fell asleep
when you were there
before and after
the dream.

Wilderness Is Willingness

when wilderness is willingness
we will wander away
no longer lost, no longer found

Be Morning

i need not know cold
be morning a brittle empty bed
i shall seek you
in rushes against the frost

Un Baiser Dans Le Silence

like two lovers
on the parisian subway
i go deaf when we kiss.

Brush It From Your Shoulder

a full moon and you here.
i check my pulse against your stomach.
your flesh celestial.
it was cosmic and beautiful
and i forgot about the sky
until i saw you brush it
from your shoulder.

Looking Back Upon The Earth

where we had stood on
the water looking back upon
the earth is gone now.
the movement of our bodies
has withdrawn in footsteps.
yet in mid-afternoon
the moon still watches
from behind a climbing airplane.

The Space You Take

i hope someday
i live and die by the size of
my side of the bed.

What Time Must Have Been

what time must have been
when i stepped out from the wash
rotting wood left bleached

sprig grasses peak through the dunes
like waiting children from homes

sun held beneath this
horizon beyond my reach,
the moon-cradled sea

how wonder now turns to them.
was i too as scared of spring?
imprints in moist sand

awaken young certainty,
so they fight forward

alone i crossed the street to
gaze at stars from empty lots

encroaching tides changed
folding onto the dry shore,
pulling at the beach

what tore away at old ships
has all it will take of me

alone i learned to
crow and escape the search for
carrion and death

to wander amongst shadows
from the city walls, i fled

to where the mountains
breathed their last full mist breaths down
upon us, i fled

into the dream, to where hung
the hope that she was waiting

Words Our Own Way

we say the words our own way.
hidden within the umbrella is the rain.
it is not our language that understands,
it is our ability to cradle the sadness.

Up In the Air

the wind changes with you.
never stops to listen
and you feel invisible
when you are still.
you didn't hear me say
you are everywhere.

Something Like a Fire

and now we're broken apart,
she says with her back turned,
the last flame burning out
and the oil in her hair.
this is where we get together.
where we become something
like a fire.

To Taste the River

to taste the river
you must get between her legs
and drink from her. cup your
hand firmly and draw her to
your mouth letting the sweetness
stain you.

to taste the river
you must press your body
firmly to her shore.
tread your fingers languidly
in her currents. the waters
split cleanly rushing down
all sides of you.

take up great handfuls of her
and let them slip from your grasp.

to taste the river
you must visit her on
foreign soil. see what sand
she touches. taste her there,
taste the endless salt from her
as much as any place from
which you drink her.

the river must swallow
you and accept you in her depths.
she must surround you, ask for
you, silently urge you this way
or that, and you must surrender
to her.

Until Again I Do

let these words find your lips
until again I do. until
i kiss you. slowly,
with the sweetness you like.
nibble lightly at your bottom
lip. cradle your neck, my smallest
finger sneaking beneath the line
of your blouse. and i do it again.
and again. letting these words
find your lips until again I do.