autumn susurrus



barely you mumble

observed timidly 

truth is definite

complete orate direction 

autumn susurrus surrounds me

foment memories 


apricity


caught ourselves oft again in moon tides

unexpected calmness kept the night

winding foolishly, clearly

but joy do gaze the tenacity of love

today my heart will not yawn

I will bloom apricity

a bounty of tomorrow 


water


someone once asked me,

if you could be a body of water

- what would you be?

I would be you

how you’ve suddenly quenched my thirst 

overflowing melt to drink

rained mineral serenades on tin roofs

calmed silt in the cold river of conclusion 

morning mist sings a waterfall of motherly

seas will carry our souls with the comfort of sunlight 

we’ll rewrite decades of narratives

far away dreams of prophetic carnal landscapes

cloud covered hilltops lined with cedar trees

this is where I’ll call you home


driftwood


I often find myself in a dream

a place we called home

years before moons wondered

the lighthouse

guided our souls

true us from becoming stranded

bricks and ferns to build

tears sprout the seeds of life

blooming elation

hidden elegance

romance like driftwood

a little wet

but dry enough

to burn through the night

valuable


maybe the butterflies in your stomach will flutter

when I say the words—unconditional love

may we please turn off the electricity to the house

listen closely to the candles melting 

let the dirty dishes become mountains of neglect

that clock on the wall won’t need new batteries

stretching our greatest capacity for truth

lechery desires keep us yearning

are we searching with formidable certainty 

adorned confusion lingers 

tell me with your eyes 

and hear my thousand words

how valuable

just a piece

of time 

with you

really

is—

cold showers


my lungs filled with movements of you

past the point of joyous exhalation 

the morning aurora you are—those gifted dreams

sonorous love, sliding door, breakfast symphony 

sorry for sleeping our time away darling 

believe me—my queen of dawn 

wake this twilight for us one last time

regretting ever hour spent couch locked 

knowing your beating heart rests so close

another heartfelt day desired suddenly 

idealistic limerence keeps us asleep— a heartache crescendo 

leave the plants in the bathtub 

we could cry together 

in cold showers 

we’ll speak to the leaves—and nourish them