Situational Gravity

I know what you want.
I made you want it,
In a profound manifestation of verb
Kindled by words and glances
Into a desire that slows time as our eyes meet.
But you don't understand my words.

You know what I want.
I made sure that you knew it
As I alchemaically combined nouns and flesh,
Kisses and adjectives,
Into an elixir- vibrant, recombinant and strong-
That I sip from the hollows of your neck,
That you swallow from deep in my being.
But you don't understand my words.

This is what we need:
To realize the Truth of our elements intercoursing,
To witness the Reality of our heated fluids flowing,
To learn Equations written in friction and integrated in spasms
As our souls dance and undulate
And we become Understanding
And need no more words.

I remember you
And you remember me,
And we both remember all of the things we did and wanted and wished we could be.

So how did we drift apart?
How did I lose your heart?
How did we find the end before we ever really got to start?

You remember me
And I remember you
And both of us remember  
All of the things we wanted
And planned and thought we'd do.

Machinations

Words are plastic, 
shapeable by the speaker and the listener, 
and as such are somewhat less than the thoughts and feelings that we wish to convey by them. But here across space, 
where the silence of your smile 
and the taste of your skin are distant stars in a twilight sky, 
words carry all of the Gravity left to us. 
Thus I offer you these machines, 
these words, 
to understand, work and shape as you will: 
Cold, Reaching, Resonance and Desire.

Glaciers

Glaciers

I was born son to glaciers of ice,

Brother to the west wind,

Singing a song of memory and change.

And as I walk the halls of snow, the rooms of steel,

I hold fast to the shadows that cloak the ruin,

And never chase the silence from the daylight,

And shake the floor of the world

In my lonely tantrums.

I am made the merchant of emptiness,

My currency the dew at the night’s edge.

Given dominion over the empty spaces

And taught that to rule is always sweet,

no matter the kingdom,

I haunt the concrete canyons.                                                    

In dreams I chase the inviting glow,

The glittering crowds and shimmering clouds

That tease the promise of redemption

And bring the pain of waking a dreamer with empty hands.

I am the wanderer of frigid spaces,

Drawn to seek dawn in distant skies, worn robes hanging,

Never, never standing before Heaven,

Singing  of flowers and thorns even through my tears,

King of the outer wilds,

East of the sun where the dreams fall dark.

Element: Void

Void

This is where there is nothing;

Nothing between us, nothing around us,

Nothing but us.

No space as I enter you,

No distance as you clench me,

No time but that told by the beating of our hearts.

We singular are, one from many,

And nothing exists but your nails in my back,

My breath on your neck,

My hands under you, lifting you,

Your eyes holding me, lifting me.

We are the friction of dark galaxies,

Filling what was never meant to be empty.

Frantic in our desire to be,

To create,

We have inhaled each other’s souls and bodies,

Quenched the thirst of our needs,

Reflected on our desires

Nourished our animality

Set fire to Infinity

And radiated the equations of Eternity

All with this Lust,

With this Love that we were from and made for.

We move against, into, with one another

As if for the first/last time,

Like all that has been hasn’t,

Like we are something new in this Universe

Until your body shudders against me,

Carrying me away in its blessing

And I speak my word into your void,

Our particles colliding up, down, top and bottom,

Screaming each other’s names

As we fall spent,

Strange and charmed,

Knowing we have held nothing back,

Left nothing out,

And have nothing left.