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dreaming of hammocks
and hikes, hand-holding
and your hips pressed
against mine,
i am dreaming.
i am dreaming.
dreams floating,
sleepwalking into
this domain
that is so strange
and so new,
but so you.
hold my hand
into the forest
where you are king,
where i am foreign.
lead us into this space,
and let us dream.
a quiet testimony
to lie awake
in this lucid place,
where we control this,
finally hold this.
a place where my
reveries are delighted
by your face.
my dreams have missed
this place. and they've
missed you.
and hikes, hand-holding
and your hips pressed
against mine,
i am dreaming.
i am dreaming.
dreams floating,
sleepwalking into
this domain
that is so strange
and so new,
but so you.
hold my hand
into the forest
where you are king,
where i am foreign.
lead us into this space,
and let us dream.
a quiet testimony
to lie awake
in this lucid place,
where we control this,
finally hold this.
a place where my
reveries are delighted
by your face.
my dreams have missed
this place. and they've
missed you.
Literature
Kiss the Sun
Sunlight kisses
my eyes,
slanting
through lobby windows
across old furniture
and yellow-and-green carpet.
and mare's tails,
drifting,
whisper of more good to come -
dry days are ahead.
I see you and I see light
making these simple things
out of darkness
and when the sun kisses my eyes
I want to kiss it back,
and I do,
with head full
of words
and eyes richly speaking.
You've said things I remember
and don't
and I've said things I remember
and don't
but I remember most when words
stopped and
our language
was spoken through
light beams and darkness.
Literature
October 19th
October 19th
I arrived at home a pure soul
but I retreat a mosaic of soles.
Yes, I have been stepped on,
I have been led and brought on, spat on,
had the rod on, been beat and been broke.
At least you like my lyric.
At least your bootmarks no longer ache
and glow hurt-red. Marks, my words
when they pelt the ground, raindrops
falling but not on my head;
they cool my wounds. Even nature
is sympathetic. It gives you a sun today
and an excuse to burst from your dungeon.
I say take that chance. There is a want
for freedom there. Boot-march is a twisted
soundtrack there and it has gotten old;
the bright thoughts of bright leaves
and the dear face
Literature
Happy It Away
Happy it away, it's simple,
Happy it away;
These speckles of mascara
Look like stars upon my face,
The droplets on my shirt
Are like the kisses of spring rain;
It only takes a smile
To just happy it away.
Happy it away, it's simple,
Happy it away
The beating in my skull
Is like a summer ice cream pain,
The catching in my throat
Is like a tangled swing set chain;
I merely fix my attitude
To happy it away.
Just happy it away, it's torture,
Happy it away;
There are no hands around my neck
(They're just around my brain)
I'll let the tide sweep over me,
It will recede again;
I'll keep my chin and spirits up
And happy it away.
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hues of you
color me nervous
but true--
this is my truth
and this feels right.
your hue
colors my view
through--
this is my truth
and this feels light.
you
color my light
anew--
this is my truth
and this feels like.
like maybe we
have something
we can build.
like maybe we build
a hammock
with our bare hands and,
hike in the sun's view.
--
imagine this with me:
lying together,
over days both familiar, and not.
veering off into slumber,
everything finally coming to rest.
you're asleep on my chest,
only us in this place.
unlike anything before now; we made this.
color me nervous
but true--
this is my truth
and this feels right.
your hue
colors my view
through--
this is my truth
and this feels light.
you
color my light
anew--
this is my truth
and this feels like.
like maybe we
have something
we can build.
like maybe we build
a hammock
with our bare hands and,
hike in the sun's view.
--
imagine this with me:
lying together,
over days both familiar, and not.
veering off into slumber,
everything finally coming to rest.
you're asleep on my chest,
only us in this place.
unlike anything before now; we made this.
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