another version of “unsure”

Dreams slink in moonlight haunts;
zero, clinging to dry leaves,
watches how the hours trip on gravity
and lovesongs trashed in ecstacy
among cold cigarettes …

Night rattles bone and thought slips
out, in search of something,
while i smoke this weighted cliché,
watching time tread eggshells,
wondering what’s left to write.

unsure

Feral dreams blur moon at last;
zero, clinging to her dark
will say nothing now about these
hours, grinding slowly and
ungiven in the slide of gravity.

Night rattles dry-leaf bones and
foxes pick at unread love
songs tumbled in among cold
cuts, half-smoked cigarettes
and over cooked spaghetti.

“oh really and what now”
………………… she-writhes

unlined

i will not

cry
or name
empty space

since i am not

drowning
in sweet water

‘s

peak

frontera

tonight i will             get very red
 spill your name                   like wine

on scented oil           moon-soaked
fingertips outline                  where

this time soon           another
 we’ll be dreaming              life

                                    is shining

the always

the always ^^ podcast by Shell

recorded for Cendrine, if she returns … i think she’ll like this …

i send you
nothing
less
than angels
to embrace
you, love, as you
cry and reach for me
in dreams

i give you
nothing
but
the always
that i promise
time and time again

in my palm a small ocean
is now home to tiny
silver dolphins
that dance your
soulheartname
of love upon
my cheek

and i am
the songs they sing
of you

Z …

Z … read (red?) by Shell

Your alphabet concludes with z while
mine is just beginning, taking off
into symbolic realm where there are
no fences, safety nets or comfort
cloned to tame and shame emotion’s rite.

No, I will not even try to breathe your
language grinding jealous fear and
ownership which may, at any time, be
sold or skinned from bone in battle.

Instead, i’ll fly beyond poor limits, you
will fail to find my open sky where
z is just a bat-snack in a quantum mist.

Bruises fade and when you pull that bitter
splinter from pale heart you’ll find no
scars to mourn, no trail of tears to show
i’d ever been there to disturb your night.