Sunday, April 29, 2012

Superman



Is it hard being super man
What do you do when you're not
Flying through my mind?
Faster than a speeding
Not now
Breaking into my security system
In the name of romanticism
And heroics
Is it some kind of misfortune
That a formerly reformed
Love addict be blessed with
A real genuine artifact
When I've conditioned myself
To believe in your non existence
Leaving a bit of sunshine
Under my pillow
From a star crossed mind
Traveling...
How is it that I want to drink
You in your thoughts
Wavey and wordless
Pictorials of all the things
I've reminded myself
Are not utilitarian for
Modern love
A fairy tale
Wagging the dog
In real life glass slippers
Are more likely to be crack pipes
Than Stilettos
Hello there
How did you get here?
In the milky white breath of
My left
Ear
Telling me
Lovely lingering listless
Hopes
I'm listening

Free Fall


Who do I blame for
Widening pupils
hungry wooden bowls
Filled
With
Unspoken
I love you's
Unassuming
Hopefulness
Feathering of warm thoughts
Plumes of impatience
That condense and float
Suspended by only
Baited breath
I go, you go.
Our small mustard seed
Planted in a holy place
Not a cathedral
But earthy
grace

I shouldn't like you
The way I do
Listening to the cling
Of words
I say


Shhh you reply
Hear it

Feel it
Taste it

The moment before
You

Just
Fall
Free

Bare


If I had my way
I would strip you bare
Watch you come unwrapped
Yet remain fully dressed

I would kiss
Those bruises beneath Your
breath
Your charm, and carefree
Smile
Anger and doubt

Your disappointments
All the times you tried and tried
On dreams that didn't suit you
Don't you understand that
they never made you,
your mind created
Them to shield yourself from yourself
But can the dreamer ever be less than the dream?

I want to love you
Without your armor
Ice your black eyed
Pride
With the coldest kind of kindness
Producing shivers and shakes


I would speak to all silent places
And let the silent places
Sing to me
Tell them the songs
You're afraid to write
So your body writes them for me

So deeply haunting
and achingly beautiful
It hurts to look at you
Hurts more when I'm not touching you
Breathing in the same brainwaves
Deep beautiful lucid waves
Of possibility

Don't speak
Let me look at you
The man behind the velvet curtain
That you think is too broken
To love
Have faith that sometimes
With a a willing heart
Trumps a capable hand

There is a balm in Gilead
knitting one soul to the next
Each breath giving the other
Liquid bone to heal the fractures
And fissures
Of life
Until they become guilded gold
So that neither lacks a thing

Be bare before me
Don't speak
Let your silence
Tell my eyes everything
That my heart has always known