The Song of the Moon

I dream of you in endless coils,

My love is an ocean that writhes and boils.

All the waters come to me

All fluid movements seep;

My heart is dry, will always be,

My eye can never weep.

I feel you through my dusty skin,

The liquid moving round within.

I’ll draw you out you blooded cells,

You bladders, ponds and deep lake stills.

All the waters come to me

All fluid movements seep;

My heart is dry, will always be,

My eye can never weep.

My drought is a muscle a singing wire,

Strung tight between us in lines of desire.

I dream of you in endless coils,

My love an ocean that seizes and boils.

All the waters come to me

All fluid movements seep;

My heart is dry, will always be,

My eye can never weep.

Lying

Ants crawl, but does that word work?

They angulate and populate,

taking determination to a place

that only insects can understand.

If I lie next to them then

a hundred hundred feet

will navigate and assess my

nutritional value over body weight.

Tied as I am by shadow I remain

and remaining am reminded

by bites unnumbered of my skin

in all its lined and folded subtlety.

Clothes, perhaps, are worn not for warmth

but because without them we might

have leather for brains lying

in a state of receptive ecstasy.

Beginnings

Walking through the forest with little light,

eyes on stalks

or sunk back into my head understanding that

nothing they could do would help.

Slips of white moon fall between clouds and cut down

in amorphous blooms that carve roots into portions of abstraction.

We begin in breathless anticipation

of a life's headlong rush into knowledge;

young mind open like a flower to receive all understanding.

At a later time the only thing that becomes clear

is that we will never know

and however long our petals hold back against inevitable closure,

we will always be at the beginning and not the end.

Each day I begin again with you and all previous knowledge

sheds a small light on the wilderness and wildness.

We look at one another and our eyes show us only

skin, cloth, a movement in the shadows.

But I am walking through you, however unclear my path

and I know that I will find the way.