to chez

re named, un named

everything left untamed gathers in the rain
gathers where my pure wanting, meets the fresh oxygen
combustion rhythmic tongue, dancing in the drifting taste,
speak the drinking of sound,

Lips touch the pool of empty sorrow boats,
pass breath by breath by waiting, by perfection in their completion kiss,

Lips touch the smoothness of poor and hungry ghosts,
ceaseless circles, relentless intuition,

Lips touch and are cleansed whole again,
regain themselves, for once, to once, in once,
to be a dream,

Lips touch floating and are drenched,
forget each other in silence, of silence, with silence,
spinning ripples smile,


Love hushed my crushed longing,
the cris crossed dust covered history of misplaced belonging,
Love touched and unraveled what had entwined and tightened to stone,
soft tones brushed and combed the knotted surface of forgotten tombs,
give enough to fill the breath completely with sound, and resonance takes over the empty spaces,
Fire on the horizon lights up a thin line around the edge of a super fine filter,

Frozen, unfrozen
The flash of a childs eyes, slips through in floating innocence,
at play in the archives of the sublime, the hidden design between foresight and premonition,
in the face of that one I do not have to pretend I have something I do not,
or hide something I am only afraid to reveal to myself,
that everyone can see,
because of that one truth I am free, and begin to move more or less generally in that direction,
with those others appearing from time to time as they do,
in images and permutations, finding their way through similar eddies and vortices by all various means, luck, trial and error, inner knowing, magnetics, magic, ceremony, dance, art, music and that occasional genuine divine guidance,
sometimes we lose our sight and must learn new ways of navigation and direction,
These are sometimes the greatest gifts of all.

Sampled, unsampled,
Lips touch again, a little pressure that holds a reservoir in a trickle,
in a tickle, in a fickle kind of sense

Touched, untouched,
love sealed every gate, no place for misplaced uptake retakes, so they say,
no room for half knots, half hearts,
all that remains is the quiet lips in a distant windstorm.
Intricate delicate crevices
crisp forgiveness, no waiting no warning no wishing
lips fall around the star spider whispers,
empty purse of brilliant silk, blowing through a powdery breeze, seams stitched by star dust,
hiding things I never had, what can save me from them now?
covered, uncovered, lips touch a road underground,
cross current of seasons in the mystery mirror,
night revolves around the day,
partial glimpse of destiny worshiped alone,
infectious rapture, full eclipse, I dove into the abyss so many times,
but I am still no match for that vastness,