would you like to know the words
that come to me, upon
any visions of you?

how I caught my breath,
struck silent - or transfixed -
caught in a web woven out of
sunlight, and the way it touched your skin

you with your eyes almost closed,
face turned upwards toward the clouds
oblivious
of how your face in profile and
the line of your neck, shoulders, body, all run together
in perfect dips and angles,
perfect highlights and shadows vying for place
on your skin;

and it seemed to me then a moment still,
caught in time, a snapshot freeze-frame
of beauty
at its most unknowing and its most
serene.

If silence
is golden,
then I
am richer than Midas.

aftertaste

and then,
I'll remember the times
when it started to get hard
and I'll remember
the anger
more than the smiles,
the silence
more than the laughter,
and in the end I'll wonder

what I ever saw in you.

on words;

let it all wash over you; fall inside your
self
fall inside and surface
to find
all that has come from your

simplicity.

from under your eyelashes

cause sometimes when

I think –

always coming back to

close up

a glimpse

like

this.

para la noche

it's almost like

the night has a taste all its

own;

like a smooth warm wine

or

melted chocolate

it moves around the corners of your mind-

seeps into the seems, behind the

screens you put up to keep in reason, the

light

of

day

like black gold; the night

turns the colors rich, dark, so vital

vibrant

alive and

content. like a lover who

you know - you know you'll meet them

in the morning, you know they reside -

and see them once every day is done.

the night -

to rest at your side.

projections (I couldn't resist.)

first time I heard your voice

"no surprises"

there I was, quilted blanket covering -

what

is

happening

I was surprised.

I had no idea -

And you know - every time

I'll only fall

deeper.

maybe it's the music;

maybe it's just

the simple resonance of

sound.

funny how words

can contain worlds within

their little black confines -

61 words

a lifetime

a memory,

vivid as summertime -

between two lines

just like this

a feeling.

only

didn't know

that I felt this okay -

that anyone

could make all those past - to borrow words,

"losses long left behind" -

go away

and I didn't know

that it wouldn't feel wrong -

to look in such a way

at such a person

with such a feeling

again.

"Naturally"

in the purest sense of the word.

and I'll say "wary"

because

it's one of those things -

not to know.

You know -

in the past, the ways

the days

the frayed messages I've been wired -

in the past,

the times I've been the most

so

so very open,

then

slam

sudden shut - down - left - down

on my own.

I mean, there's a reason I won't eat famous amos cookies anymore;

but that's another story.

in all my sincerity

there

standing, balancing -

a moment, a movement, testifying to the effects the

wind has on figures

who stand on Formica, regardless of the fact

it's entirely possible to be seen -

And there

I couldn't even look - couldn't even

take my mind

off

"What's on your mind?"

I meant, truly -

who

are

you?

inside, and will you

would you

take me as a thought to care?

I want your

hands hair thoughts smiles mouth kiss words sigh shock and too - I want to be -

trust me. trust me when I want to be

anything, for you

Saying that I would

be there

if you'd like -

always if you'd like,

because a smile and my wary give-my-all are such easy

things to give you

if you'd like

"What's on your mind?"

a dare

dare you to speak the thoughts

you're thinking -

precipice!

sketch

how adventurous are you feeling

Are you feeling brave?

To face the storms;

the dark

the light

the way you can't see but your feet are going to trip

anyway

To face

the dark alleys that extend

almost as long as a personal history -

Are you feeling brave?

Feel like, taking a chance?

Don't look down -

Just keep your eyes on

me. If you're feeling

adventurous -

Are you ready, willing

to

jump

kinetics

Rocking chairs are funny -

push pull them

and in the end,

actually we move each other.

Pervasive, in my thoughts -

you sit somewhere in my skull,

move

me

I move

So much that perhaps,

this motion

this movement

is lost

kind of like getting lost in the dark

like - how -

we-

move the-

night-

together-

impressions

impressions

are like marks we

left

on your skin.

people you meet at school functions

a chance meeting

corner eye meet me

hello

handshake man.

Soft -

ink stain?

Top button undone

brown eyes?

memory turns blue.

makes me a little blue

does he

do

you

I?

agree entirely

yes,

so.

Features take over

what I know now to be your face -

"Third freckle to the left -"

turn right you'll see

you can't miss it

too much

beauty within that

skin.

can't miss that

skin

covers words

gone

to

from

"Sorry, I didn't catch your name?"

to a simple

"good morning,"

breathed easy

at seven a.m.

Now if only

I could feel that breath

as it whispers what it writes

to the

alone a.m. me

connotations

Suggestive?

touch feel move

breath dark

strange,

unplan present past

future

the here-and - now

gasp

oxygen

cloy

hands

mouth

sensation

temptation

relation -

say speak

your mind

constant

fleeting

open your eyes

withdraw.

- too ended -

too -

soon.

For my father

Player piano -

the music sits somewhere

in between his fingers

and his

jazz, silent sounds.

I can't understand -

the words mean

time thought small slow smooth

move

that

beat

and flow.

flow -

something has come about

between his subconscious and his

soul;

Like how a singer can speak,

and then weave you

some lonely, lovely stranger's voice -

I know you,

but where did that come from?

Not even a breath.

He breathes within the music;

or perhaps,

the music breathes

in him.

Either way -

all left,

leaving a

sigh,

and a

gasp.

on time and your face

it's funny, how much

someone's face changes

up close -

I mean, when it's just

right next to yours-

rightupclosetoyours.

And there's not that screen of air,

Dividing

the way I see your eyes,

or your mouth,

or the

little freckles on your

skin.

Coda to Movement N. 2

Now I just need,
your god - damned face
out of my mind.

Because

You used to mean heaven,
but you left me at the gate.

won't ask to be let in
I'll only be put

farther away

I'd much prefer proximity
even without a voice
because infinitely,

intimately,

it's just another choice.
And I'd choose proximity over wonder,
any day.

Movement N. 2

And now the only thing left to do is
Say goodbye -
But I swear,
I can't.

I won't.
I won't, I want - I can't -


So please, don't say that word -
just don't.

Say "hasta mañana,"
and let me breathe.

I miss your breath in the morning.