never-words

I hear
the lady bugs bark; sharp
fire alarms
planes and mowers; less

Bodies; learned
by brail
lovers' whispers; long
past faded

Lovers I let leave
never-words; never
coming
never-words;
                       stars
on which I wished

Prana

Even the smallest                        of splintered shards

work free

muscle bone sinew            pockets            miniscule

the shards travel            through            and through

dull in the sun           

a glitter in the shade of the moon

I await

In another limbo

none                        ever of my making

Still, heavy lidded

I breathe

shallow

belly rising                                    belly falling

bright star

bright star
no Moon

swallowed

in the light of the morrow

Moon
Moon
Moon and the girl

She gone supernova

she hopes

When a girl shatters

she don’t always
come back whole

some shards
don’t come back a‘tall

some shards
are a long time comin’

and what do come
fits different

lovelier?
she hopes

Terra Firma slightly tilts

She lay
prostrate, slacking

hands finger-laced holding her
head a-tilt in a cradled home
arched thoracic curve stretched along
her low divan, Great Turtle, a-hoary
old gent ten lives over.

Outward gazes her eyes, upward
are the stars a-bright
night a-lit and knowing
of her wonder
of the universe offered

legs spread long, lean
an akimbo of pointed joints a-journeying
spiny curves of shell

beneath her knees between
tanned calves and toes
painted salmon pink
Terra Firma slightly tilts

curiouser and curiouser
gaze caught by the rush on the globe
she is drawn by the slander
and as quickly drawn away

sorrowfully she goes down in slumber
snail’s pace lulling her slowly

bucket list

I would learn Latin with you.

Nothing says romance
like a dead language.