Shelled my amnesia.

Quenched my dirty

thoughts in mercury.

Standing sickness,

adapting with

healthy fluidity.

There's a void,

staring through

blind eyes,

who's surname

is grace.

She knows I'm there

despite my

unfamiliar presence.

No one knows

but, her reflection

is her nemesis.

Our devil as a reed in waiting.

Our sin as an invention

to preserve our soles.

Our God as the air relaxing

with removal.

Our Savior as the water forgetting the past.

Walking along the lines

of slippery rocks

as they endlessly

try to tell us the story.

It all began.

Forbidden.

Deceit,

came first,

Withholding,

broken ground.

Denouncing saving.

If,

all tailspins into nothing,

All rises again

as

conversation.

Convincingly answering

the unquestionably

first

fruits.

Hell,

refusing to dry.

What will,

the body,

makes deeper.

Who could stand

correctly?

Unbothered,

by the new roots.

Who could speak

in the tongues?

Mothering

atonement

with its abandonment.

No one,

absolutely no one,

saw the creation

of the new moon

coming.

Leaving

...

no response.

Only

the departure

felt right.

At this moment.

You rebuild our reunifying creation.

Door by Door.

A burning bridge.

Hiding nothing from day nor night.

We forego the games of old and new...

Speaking of the love that raised the walls to house the Gods in heaven.

Remember my face

within this gift of cologne.

To jungle all desire in the clearing

of throats...

How many kisses will it take

to cancel those depths?

Those beings smothered as deeply as bruises discarded

and buried in

echoes of seclusion,

which,

indeed,

we've lost all our count for?

Rise up to the sound of your name.

Stand tall for the voice that will always complete you.

Arm the motion that drives the wild from frozen quarters with limbs intoxicated.

With a loving, both maddening and sobering, with it's refusal to shy from all truth.

I would die to love you for one moment.

I would vanish in priority of your wellness,

in debted to your living in the eternal fallout of real love being never lost.

Hear me.

Come to me.

My voice directs you

to the treasury of all my compassion,

to the fountainheads of all my kisses.

Holdsfast to my body and to our life.

Make moves,

making love to inspire tomorrow,

to rise and attain the horizon.

Jesus,

I will never dispute

the power held by your name.

Yet,

we must remove what

we’ve caught in all those

years of fishing for answers,

please.

Please,

so I can move freely,

for us.

You’ve done a number on my lungs.

It’s essential that we

see the gravity in this mountain

of vitality.

So,

read my lips,

hold these words dear,

my love,

weave into the light branching out

in and of our embracing.

Retire this vexation,

climb

down,

and

release your vision.

Liberate us from these chains,

these outlines of stone.

Revolve into flight,

captive no longer.

PLEASE.

Watch your step.

Abbreviation carries forward

an arrogant wickedness. ...

...

-not a name-

- - - - - - - - -

-not without subtlety-

Alright.

Kinship requires sarcasm

if one’s humor proves

unsharpened as of yet.

Breathe. ...

...

I’m hopeful to express

the remedial compromises.

Leave your plate

by the seat saved

for insecurities.

Esteem will find the lantern.

So, what if

supper is finished,

oh,

well,

cooked,

while our house is

being burned down? ...

...

... clumsiness

is all the rage,

deep roots’ limbo ...

...

In effect,

convience will be heard

speaking with the purest voice,

”Savory.”

Echoes will contemplate

until oblivion,

!?Silence!?

I see her presenting the Sun

engulfed 'round her profile

averting mine indirectly...

...

It must not be discussed by the tyrannical

drunkards under my nose...

...

Those soft speaking collective effulgences

clearing the throat of polarity...

...

Her pretend boyfriend is really beautiful...

...Grace suits a man...

Or is there a pregnancy overdue???

???

Something gallops across

all proximity...

Is the only presence allowed

trimming the pryed

game face

of pure

make believe?

No one is ever at home to answer.

Mine as well

come in.

Find yourself at home.

Have a seat at the table.

Eat.

This discipline finds it's end.

Every ear must have heard by now:

d

o

w

n

the drain...

Drowned within the vehicle,

like a door unable to escape

the necessity of a wall.

If only we could have talked it out.

What law sees this seperation?

I never saw the evil in us?

If the devil in you found it right to love,

then doesn't love return?

I know love isn't a choice...

...

If I feel that unconditional purpose

overtaking me...

I vow to serve.

"I wish things were different,"

the truth you spoke accompanying tears.

...

Our paths' collision turned out to be an impact

beyond the hope of masking emotions

and being in over our head at such depth

saw a reliving, somehow, of all the parts once considered to be dead.

...

I'm finally seeing you as you were, as you are,

and I'm sorry...

...I never showed up to love you...

My heartbeat as your body cried

...

yet,

loneliness

stretched the air between us,

making our lungs work for breathe.

Despite our shared feelings, a hopeful optimism,

silhouttes of soulmates,

our separation grew,

grew legs and sprinted for cover...

...

My heartbeat as your body cried

and we went out howling at the moon

drunk on those tears...

...

Our eyes blinded by our desire

to see love reflected in the fullest phase.

...

We could only feel the heat

while pressed against the brick...

...

Those walls had always been prepared

for fall...

...I'm finally learning to see...

...

...

Your the vision for me or I'd rather stay in the dark...

...

Are you still searching the twighlight for a familiar outline,

as I am?

Say.

My world belongs to you.

Take it, please.

I'd do anything for one more chance

to read the invitation upon your lips.

Each day rises,

streaming against two lips,

yesterday and tomorrow,

spoken vows,

confessing promises,

keeping my love for you;

forever in memory,

eternally sacred,

alive atop my chest.

Wasn't my love for you at once overwhelming?

I kissed you with all that I am,

only to have you die in my arms,

but,

wasn't this overabundance a prequel to rapture?

We have carried this mission thus far.

Awakening with the weight of your dreams,

not just dreams of you,

dreams that are yours.

I have found that this heaviness is mostly gratitude,

gratitude that circulates through me.

Keeping my feet grounded,

as i travel your body,

the both of us

aware of our entanglement,

twisting or drifting,

drowning within this love oceanic,

each in debt to save the other.

Life is like perpetual magical incest.

For all is related...

For all is sexual...

For the pinnacle is union...

For we escape together...

...through the bottom to the top...

Life is like a Disney Movie...

...written by your cousin from Alabama...

...a movie ... that sucks ... in which you star...

...in the nude...

...while the world goes out of it's way...

...to have your number...