I’m coughing.
A heart turns over, hot.
I’m choking…
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I’m coughing.
A heart turns over, hot.
I’m choking…
Green with golden touch:
a jewel’s care teaches still
of love’s endless reach
(December 12 ’25 outing with a wonderful friend.)
The clouds roll and spill their essence
White-hot and frozen on these unkempt strands
It’s wet and strange and ignored
Half-blind in this storm I can’t see
Half-deaf in this hurricane I can’t name
….
Faces down the table:
eyes glancing, briefly curious.
Faces down the table:
both here and not here.
Faces down the table,
signaling discreetly:
all such mysteries to me.
…
How is it
that no matter how many curtains I draw
over every window I pass,
the dark can always find me?
…
Our words, thought to mean anything
but themselves even if proven true,
leave them stunned in the end.
Moonlight on blue ice:
No one remains forever
No love eternal
Iron belongs to the earth
Stardust belongs to the void
It’s time for it all to go back
I have my assignment
I know what it calls for
I know where it belongs
Two stars twinkling, twirling
To and fro, near and far
Falling to earth from steel in the clouds
Weaving in and out of each others’ embrace
…
My universe in soft blushes and verdant greens
Whispering hope for worth
Validating air exchanged
Caressing energy traded
Oblivious and welcoming
…
I need to go somewhere
I can’t stay here