The Pockets of Your Coat

sometimes I search
the pockets of your
coat
looking in vain
for the skin
you took from my
hand
when you held it
so soft
in your own

One Cup of Tea

one cup of tea
has the depth of
a life
and through its
liquid gaze
i stare into your
eyes

Brick Wall

sometimes i miss you
so much
i am pushed up
against a brick
wall
stony hands to
my chest
i clutch at my
breath
at your words
the ink dry
now fading
i can't let them
go

sometimes
i hear your voice
inside my head
it tells me
wonderful things

My Love, You are Mistaken.

my love, you are mistaken.
as we walk beneath the
eavesdropping branches,
the leaves recording the
very footsteps of our
conversation,
you assume that you cannot
eavesdrop
and record
the falling flutters of my
heart.

Friendship Bracelets

'tis embroidery thread
that binds our wrists together
and braids our veins
to hang in the rafters
and dry
'tis embroidery thread
that binds us thus
synchronizing
our pulses

Magnets

the fact that
we must allow some
space, just as
two sister ends
of a magnet
repel,
does not mean
that I love you
any less.
I will switch my charge
and come to you
at any moment.

Xylo Phylo Mylo

my name is xylo phylo mylo
i speak in capillaried tongues
my roots extend from venus to mars
i breathe the breath of soiled lungs

my love,
you are so cold.
Is your blood
so passionless
that it sits
silently
in your veins?
come to me.
do not think
that your pulse
is not the beat
of a dance.

Your Hungry Heart

little bird
you flit from
flower to flower
seeking some sweet
sanctuary
for your hungry
heart
little flighty one
perhaps you should
find a tree
instead
and build yourself
a nest
so that in
flightless
slumber
you shall
finally spread
your wings

Stony Heart

he says that love
is like a pie,
finite,
only so much
to share.
never ceasing
in prayer,
he says,
is exhausting.
I will strike
your stony heart
with my staff,
and your love
shall overfloweth.

Bound

bound as I am,
by choice,
not by force,
to you, with
no net to catch
me
when you push
away,
it would be so
much easier,
my love,
if you held me
close

let us be
as soil in the ground
compacted
by the very
footsteps
of time

Lover

make me your lover
my pearl earrings
on your dresser
my scent
left
on the pillow to your
right
where you stroked
my hair
the night before

Hideaway

take me to your
hideaway
tie me up in your
secrets
so that I may never be
free of the
I shall look out
from your hidden
sanctuary
at the setting sun
in peace

Spindled Legs

someday
we shall walk
on spindled legs
no thicker
than the
dusting of snow
upon which
we tread