he reminds me

She can still feel
the flesh of them gracing
soft across her lips
beauty to weep by,
hard where their minds dwelt
within the womb of her spirit,
their flame drawn to her moth
her silence
how she,
wrapped in her own pleasure,
drew seed from them
with soft suckles
Them both and yet truly
the one really
the one, Ra, from the Latin
educar, he drew from her.

s-crawl

And I am on the brink of a low-down
that thing of my own becoming that spirals

I see my bootstraps
in the corner calling
cooing
wooing
mocking phallic, I salivate

Always in the everworld
a glinted ghost I can never grasp:
life
livable
Leviticus

the bootstraps call,
“YOU KILLED IT ALL
when you left the ball
of burden
of stagnation
of decay

Living in the light
you glow
but should have known
that with it
comes the coming, Eve.
that akin to light a darkness dwells
or at least
a cool funk

and the strength of nations gone to war
their women left behind”

at the speed of light

Time...
little Capricorn-girl...
to make a plan.

Eight years
is a long time to mourn your brother;
so now you know
you can kill a man.
You can look into a helpless eyes and tell him
“You are going to die.”
Now you know you can help him to it.

Eight years
is a long time to mourn yourself;
so now you know
you can kill a feckless girl
one that could only grow so far without Death
You can look into her soul and tell her
more than words convey.

Eight years
is a long time to live
at the speed light.

Time...
little starry-eyes...

the last few splinters of your supernova
are trickling in,
the core is re-forming.
Now you know
you can survive the shatter
and come back another way.

just a girl

She's just-a

outta sight

outta mind girl

potentially dealing with-a

absence makes the heart

grow fonder man

and wants-ta say hey

could we just make-a

baby

and skip the rest

but may be in

for the ride.

tangled in the hours

She wants to live in summer,

in the heat

slowly sipping coffee,

barefoot on hot concrete.

But the weeks,

the years are passing,

Autumn becomes

yet drawn to gilded days

and nights spent

legs, loose, akimbo,

tangled in the hours

she desires.

Rock

Ra,
past midnight
in pictures we spoke
volumes of
little conveyed
and my heart came
away clean
my hands coming
away hungry.