IV

IV

Some have seen a mountain peak and never been the same

My view was one found inbetween

Nearer my love to thee

You once were the reason I breathed in or out

Now a ripple grows and no damn has stopped

All the water that flows

Down to the river, love to pray

If you had a reason to stay away when I learned of you

This moment, the last, and decades more would do

you saw, and in only knew

Be that thou vision, long ago

As a fragile thing grows

And poisen for water changes all of her clothes

She dances with devils

and scars her own eyes

Nothing but the blood, she knows

In depths of parting, taking and none

Alone a silence screams
and it's echos roam

And again, the road turns into the sea

What a wonderous love, has broken me

I'll retreat with some, to far away lands

Awake oh heart and silence my hands

Gone

and never to know

Man of Sorrows, not my own

I

I

You lined me up

for the cue ball's blast

or some fortune that causes tightening skin

and fur to raise

I left my life to meet

your mouth and hands

my eyes and deep vacancies

You lined me up

with flirtatious grin

a secret glance

we devoured love in
the inbetween hours
the ones no one missed

You lined the walls of my heart

such congestion has caused death

covenants always know

guardians fell blind
we danced in their unknowing

You lined the dress that touched

my thigh, and cried when I cried

You lined the phrases of my youth

You lined the shape of my body

You lined the horror of my next-day truths

and now
it is your voice, and hands, and eyes that line the silence

III

III

Footsteps

Sidesteps

Broken door

Back door

Adrenaline

sweaty palms

fresh face

fresh heart

Catching gaze

Hands aligned

"Do I look alright?"

my in love eyes 

but you are grown
for you have sooner

known more than I

yet, I alone 

have known the feelings you

walked with  into this home

through the back broken door

lies carried on your broken back
diception gathered by your broken eyes
poisen, spread between your sweaty thighs

and my lights were formed in the windows of
that broken door

II

II

the bough breaks 

and the cradle falls

but we don't have arms to catch them all

like cinderblocks drop 

they hit and bound, then crack 

and dust rises

and dust rises

like the offerings

the ancient ones placed upon the griddles of fear and doubt

to gain to gain to always gain

we fight our losses and lose our way

if you were an apple tree i would sit under you

perhaps i would hold myself against your lean

apples are a violent fruit

they are loud they ache my senses

always brown apples in my lunch

but never in my mouth

PREFACE

Preface

At softest cue
they've lined themselves 

letters in eager formation

the beginning of an expression