all conversations
so many directions to take us:
by deigning wind
or force, will, and windings
allowing time's coursing
or inventing interventions.
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so many directions to take us:
by deigning wind
or force, will, and windings
allowing time's coursing
or inventing interventions.
ginger lingering
beginning new lexicons
unburying spellbooks from sandshelves
octave shores shards
bared chants cantations decanted
sea glass
relearning rehersing
simplistic critical
formulations specifics
emergence training
ink all over your chest penning inventions
the healing you own at first confronted
feel your bass tone voice somehow the key
lurching
nothing lurches but the sea for fishes
the sway a part in itself of thought
dangle
reluctantly actively stirring the ocean
If you will listen, really listen, you will hear
my whisper beyond whispers:
in every waking action and
in every sleeping pause
If you will listen, really listen, you will hear
my voice guide you clearly:
you will know my pervasive presence
you will discover me constantly
If you will listen, really listen, you will know
Me:
you will recall
what you knew in your first moment and
you will recognize
what you will know in your last
you will hear
the early and late rains
drawn here to finger you
through words keyed at a distance
belly full
eyes heavy from
sleepless love
(surfacing from dreams
to you in myriad curls;
an bared neck,
an uncovered hand
palming a wrist
rapt awake
branching towards you
in winter tree filtered dawn)
yearning awake
lapping lake
night now under your hat
tugging my curls
lower lip licked
jaw rolls towards you