For The One Eye

If You were to look sideways
at another
I would be devastated.
I know You are as jealous as I.

When my teeth chatter in the cold
You are a warm tongue
for my words.
If You see me angry
You leap to be my anger.

We look steadily

watching out for

dissolving of focus.

We share that explicit
appreciative look

like a beauty spot

for the one eye.

circles

Last night
I was burning
burning
burning.

I thought I would
never get to sleep,
never wake up.

Red lips
pulled apart
red mouths
to form circles.

Eventually, I fell
as thin as smoke
into one of those
openings.

You kept
breathing into me
glowing me
in and out.

I burned there
until the dawn
circled my
tapering life
with its round
full womb of light.

modeling

It is always
in some dark fold
where I am slight
enough to see You.

There is
a wrinkle of night
where touch
turns from thought to
the fleshed ghosts
of sensation.

I reach into
the pleats and gathers
of obscurity-

into that curvature
that models itself
on an inwardness
behind its lips.

blooms

Hands and breath embrace You

in that desperate and gentle way

flowers cup the sky.

You are above and below me

like the sun in water.

You whose body I wear

like a memento

You who are blood-soaked

by my wound.

I am sap in the stem.

I am urgent

compelled into passion

into that crimson cup

you offer

all Your dark flowers.

Rose

You drape your neck
over my rim of care.
I feel the pulse
of Your vulnerability
Your creamy exposure
that intimacy
You keep folded within
like a rose.
A secret to be opened
with the broken hands
of desire
when fingers bloom.

She Came

I pushed my torso
up into Her rain clouds.

Invisible wings
beat against my heart.

I smothered to be felt.
I made the earth cry.
Flesh sang
as it forgot its weight

bodies danced and dissipated
into a truth
that would not say its name.