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.