You are the death of my words

these empty shells

drained of all color

pooled at my feet

And I am left to do nothing

but collapse,

encircle you,

and lean on your majesty.

Can my abandoned mind

my lame tongue

birth a new language

that befits you, my eternity?

They must

for you are the birth of me

and the rebirth of everything inside

that was ever worth saving at all.

~written by the owner of this blog~

The Blue Hour (What You Couldn’t See)

In the blue hour of dawn

I find a lazy space to curl under you

content in my wait, feeling your sleep

history floating past my heavy eyes


its letters

once like old, cracked cement

break through, stretch and reform

into words that begged, in darkness, to be rewritten

for so long


these beautiful new truths

airy and bathing in the light

of a new day


and this chaos of shattered pieces

of what we thought we knew

mixes with the once-violent pulse of the universe

then suddenly


building an effortless road under our feet


but as you begin to stir

and your heavy eyes find mine

I think nothing of history

nor of a future still tucked in its folds


I think only of my deep gratitude for this


another dawn

another blue hour

with you


~written by the owner of this blog~






This worldly picture show

of treasured monuments

and rousing wonders

crafts of man and God

rightly do we seek

these spectacles

before our time is gone

And yet

as the sands slip down my funneled glass

as it does for all the rest

my sated heart thinks only of

walking on browned grass

among familiar shapes of leaves

amid the commonplace of clouds


a slight touch of your hand

soft salt of your lips

a small breath of your neck

quick gleam in your eye

a sweet note of your voice

my senses singing at this unmatched feast

How I see my life well-lived

in you

my treasured monument

my rousing wonder

my otherworldly picture show


~written by the owner of this blog~





Coordinates within

like thread through a needle

you pull through me

how I long for spools of you

drawn out in silky, endless ribbons


The quivering nucleus

of an altered anatomy

an alien topography

undisciplined, untamed

and aching

as the tide begging for the moon


The shimmering sands of my surrender

are yours alone to admire


But oh, how I revel

in paving the path of your orbit

for my moon, as I am your tide

I am also your sun

painting our sky

with the pulsing light

of our swirling helix


This is truth of our energy

evolving, merging, unbreakable

This is the truth of our energy

it is ours, my love


and ours alone


~written by the owner of this blog~










I adore you in every geometry

each curve and line of shape

fills with the silent prayer of your name

and my heart beat, a well-worn catapult

sails my precious constructions

through the tumbling depths of space

so the heavens are sure to know who you are


~written by the owner of this blog~