IVIt's getting to be autumn again,IV
again descends the cold stillness
the turning beauty,
tragedy this season,
pretty passing of euphoria. Twilight bows her head, shadows
on optimism as things die and
fall,
fall,
fall around us,
me falling more into you.
IIIMy hand smells like you, when you were freshly showeredIII
and naked, bathed in everything we had done -- I stood there, not sure what to say to make you see me again. I stared at your shower door, fantasies
exploring the warm fog around you, the deep clean getting me high, hitting
the watermark in my brain. I washed
you with goodbye’s, wondering if we would have ever again… Your glassy eyes defined me, and for a moment I thought we both knew, but you left me
drenched in words unsaid
and you had already sailed away before I
IIYou are my oak, dark eyes, hair, intentions planting themselves deep in the shade -- mist dissolves me; I am everywhere.II
You are the center of a crippled forest, twilight keeps the dead trees hidden, washed in night and placed far away from you; A god, touchable only through the woody
distance -- the moss clings to you to find its guiding star.
In the Lights: for DanielIt’s like I’m naked, even under the shadows of the past looming over me. They throw frightening faces on the walls, and I run through you trying to find your arms —I can remember them faintly— Can I ask you to hide your eyes? I feel so undignified, unclothed under all these stars: they seem to spotlight my mistakes from the sky— follow-spot— I can’t quit dancing for them, it seems.In the Lights: for Daniel
You’ve got to know, I was his child and when he smiled it was to say, “My, how you’ve grown before my eyes!” and where
I read your poetry and I really like it
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