Let's fall in love. Let's do all the things we dreamt of doing when we were in high school. Let's drive around in a car and listen to all the important songs. The ones that say how we feel. The ones that only we, the lovers, can understand. Let's make out on the hood of that car, under the stars. Let's wish for this moment to last forever.

Let's fall in love. Let's do all the things we dreamt of doing when we were in college. Let's drive to the coast and read poems to each other. The ones that say how we feel. The ones that only we, the lovers, can understand. Let's lay in the sand, listening to the pounding surf, holding onto each other until the sun comes up. Let's wish that it never does.

Let's fall in love. Let's do all the things we dreamt of doing in our twenties. Let's fly to Paris or Thailand or Peru. Let's take pictures of each other in distant lands, pulling each other forward by our hands. Let's stay out all night in a strange city and dance and dance until we stumble back to our hostel in the morning. Let's get lost and take the wrong train together. Let's buy stupid little statues from strange cities. Let's wear sunglasses and kiss each other holding our cameras out and taking pictures of ourselves at the same time with one eye on you and your eye on me and we each have one eye turned towards the lens. Let's wish that the vacation never ends.

Let's fall in love. Let's do all the things we dreamt of doing in our thirties. Let's get a dog and a house and have kids. Let's stand before all of the people we know in really expensive clothes and tell them how much we love each other, and swear that we'll never let go.

Breathless

let's be breathless

 and die 

and let's let our lungs empty out

 so the slime 

from one side touches slime 

from the other. 

Let's let our bodies deflate

And lie 

And Let's let all the air out.

So that time 

From one side touches time 

From the other. 

Collapse your diaphragm.

 Let's, us, suffocate, 

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Horrible lantern heart.

 Darkness instead of light.

Good metal rusted 

pumping the smell of blood 

crumbling things 

never ending decay,

 only spreading, breeding, seeding. 

In the dark, 

in the wet hot dark. 

The breath of something 

coming. 

The breath of a jungle cat, 

the breath of fever 

madness, 

the breath of something wounded,

wheezing 

 Death, dying itself,

 but spreading

dying out, 

Blood letting
death leak out 

It hunts and stalks in the depths of the earth. 

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For a moment I saw infinity

In your eyes, it burned then

When I realized they,

Your eyes 

are the same color 

as the skies 

and the oceans 

and the earth 

and the stars 

and flowers and rivers and streams

I'm lost in them 

I'm lost in them 

I'm lost in them 

In those pools of forever. 

Forever in them. 

Lost forever. In them.

Gone forever. Gone. 

In them. Gone. 

Gone forever. Gone. 

Gone. 

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This little spot is the earth where our feet dance and tread and stir the mud and the sky is so blue that we cannot dream of any other thing in its place and our hearts are so pure and young and beating to their very last in this dome of starlight and lovely birdsong a sweet sweet garden of things to taste and try and a sweet sweet life of pain in paradise hold onto me my dear holding on to you hold out your hands I'll be with you soon oh don't swoon oh don't start we'll never stop I promise my promises were never worth very much anyway just a thing to say to the wind to the wind who is my god my goddess my lovely lovely shrine is built in my heart I have no hearth but if I did I'd welcome you to it and I'd sit down by the fire and look at it dance in your eyes nothing has ever been sweeter to me than the breath of another the breath of a lover the breath that stirs like a gentle wind in the garden oh let us go and walk together, let us go and talk together let us go and be and be still and be unending patterns of things it doesn't matter who you are and who I am we are just masks the universe wears because the universe is very clever and loves to play games with itself because it is very lonely to be everything and to be the play of light on darkness and the play of darkness along the borders of light and it is very lonely to sing a song alone in the emptiness so she put her mind to work and she made us all out of herself inside herself and here we are wondering at the big open spaces and we do the same thing and I love you because I love me and because you and I are she who made us he who made us it doesn't matter its just a mask that matter wears for a while we're spinning little tornados of energy and isn't that lovely like the bath water draining out of the tub and oh my dear don't hold your breath for so long just take the plunge take the chance take the risk the dancing is fine and the water is warm and the beat in our hearts lasts only so long so strike up the band and sing us a song your voice is beautiful but more than that I will always love your eyes sing hallelujah to them and sing the mountains down from their lofty seats and sing the clouds up into the sky and sing of your eyes I will weave a dense web of words to capture their energy draw them, paint them, shine them bind them hold them, oh my darling oh my dear my danger my heart my heat my light my love my life upwards shoots let us float on up into the air, let us stop the pain for now let us be merry let us sing how beautiful the plains and the forests and the mountains and the oceans and the jungles and the deserts and the canyons and all the beasts that crawl upon them and swim in them and fly over them and you and I are beasts too, and we are also beautiful and this night will never end and this day will never end and we can hold on to each other forever and never ever need to part ways, but let us dance in the dark under the stars one last time, one last slow dance together breath to breath eye to eye heart to heart thigh to thigh and let us become one again when we die.

What strange clay, what soft hands, what soft lips, what marvelous heart

We become our words. We become the thing that shapes our words. What kind of words leave your lips? What kind of thoughts leave you? Is it poison or salve? Do you get hurt more and more as you speak? Harsh words cut our own lips as we speak them. If you were to cut me down you would only cut yourself down. If you were to build me up you would build yourself up. If you were to build yourself up you would build me up. Yes we must say what is in our hearts, but we are the hands that shape the pot already spinning along the wheel. We find ourselves in the middle of this act of creation. We find ourselves covered in clay, hands slick and sticky as if covered in blood, and the clay slips beneath our fingers as it spins in a circle. What kind of heart, what kind of pot are you building? What kind of thing are you becoming?

Are you happy with your pot? It is a shame that one cannot stop the wheel. But you can know the parts of your pot that you are happy with and you can refine them, encourage them. So my dears, let me say that I love your pots. Let me say that I am lucky to behold them. Let me say that I am grateful for the time that I have been blessed with. Let me say that I am grateful to have my pot. Let me say that I think both of our pots look beautiful together. Bless you. Thank you. 

Written 4/7/15, same reason as last post

Fire, thunder, big earthquake

You’re the one I cannot shake

Fearing that I’m not awake

Slap me kiss me fuck me feel me. 

Wake me take me break me make me.