disturbed urban warrior
vision minus ulterior
your interior blush
and rush to rust
decaying trusses
crackling concrete
crumbling high rise
finish unhidden
deeds unbidden
release into stream
amorphous dream
made without mettle
untouched, unspoken

I was a butterfly in your exegesis
I was as numerous as Genesis: 15
the stars are my descendants
I am the third temple
crumbling under Salome's veils
all illusion fell victim to redemption
in lilting sunsets,
in some sorrowful rose

on saturday,
under lunatic sun
flirting with wan womb of moon's ghostly glow
settling numb and proud
in drunken salt water

take it all in
all past regrets
all sin
deny you were dying
describe without trying
the room where you were born
drift over hilltops
descend into hollows
and not the darkness which follows
the sunset below horizon's edge
the appearance of orion's legs
give hope to dawning giants
sparkle sweetly on sleeping lions
dim, in the morning, in their den

that's not what I meant

manifest the sails of progress
drifting,
an endless belief in sexual conflict
romantic derelict,
you erotic heretic
who believes in the body
who howls, "absolve me!"
lift, uplift the curtains
disperse all blessings

get dressed, it's time

A sentimental heart

swallowing swarms of heavier storms
a friendly penchant to warn
lonesome lovers, forlorn
the cry of the torn
unheard in the morn
silent inside minds
and written between lines
secrets fit for spies
too cryptic to describe
but seen in subtle motions
of the hands and of the eyes
they duck and hide
while I
I swallow swarms of heavier storms

but

i saw four eyes this time
and forgot
i looked away and felt embarrassed
because of distance

because you're always here