there are poems in my bones words woven through and around the sinews of my muscles– verbose tendons and loquacious ligaments. phrases which will their way to my mind– narrating an unfolding pathway– letters, lit up like lamp posts along a winding stretch familiar monuments, comforting sentiments, breeding ease– an allowance; cultivating breath …
what happens when you take away your reaction? is there nothing left?
there’s no mystery to your magic– it is felt by all those you touch.
i’m vastly more pro- ductive when i’m making up my own dirty rules.
the unguarded pleasure of your unfettered love granted in fits and spurts– boundaries demolished and resurrected in the span of a single breath– shadows hovering and descending this infinite perspective that has always been patiently waiting for my prying, stubborn eyes and willful, unrelenting mind. An existence within emotion– dancing feelings, tidal waves …
the edges of myself 