and with the smallest of nibs
I would write in detail
the full extent of how i love you

millions of the tiniest
of words

till
your body
would transform
from
white
to a multi coloured
rainbow of words

and then pressing my hands
over each letter
each word
to take you in

as if by pressing
you would always
know this truth
this living body book
of love

Poetic enough for you?

If you could cover me in ink

Your nib

Gently tracing the crevasses

Outlining the landscape

The peaks and valleys

Hillsides

And tiny roads

That make up

The map of my body

Knowing the geography in such a way

That only a local would

Not a tourist or a traveler

But someone who has spent time

Considerable time

With their hands, blood and bones

Turning

And

Pressing

The land...

If you could cover me in ink

In such a way as this

...would you.

The dark wielding wave

A black tarnish

Thick and hot

Turns and grinds away

At my heart

I have no strength to bend

No strength to stop

And yield its course

The material

The metal

The mirror in my gut

Is sore

And tired from the journey

Which has only just begun

Contortions

Of pain

(Not pleasure)

Cuddle and curl

Wrapping themselves tightly

In my blood

Dreams

And

Joy

My breath is heavy

My lungs,

Undeserving of air,

Struggle

Leaving every inch of room for wind and breeze

And yet no gust

Is enough

To calm my beating pulse

My knees give way

A slow slide to the ground

Without the muscle

To stand

and yet I turn
and turn again
seeking the door
the path
to change a life of
conclusions
and always
finding myself
here
in the perpetual here

burnt sumach red
garlanded
by purple heather
framed against
autumn's grass brown
the colours of fall
spilling out
along the roadside

if i could place my right hand against your face
hand to face
face to hand
your face is so thin now that my hand could
hold it
cradled complete
your face all summer gold
your eyes so wide against that colour

if i could place my right hand against your face
then i believe
that somehow we could slip out of time and place
and find, for a moment, that almost lost private world
that we once had,
together

Adoration is always seeing as beautiful

she rides
quite skateboard swift
lime green wheels
humming
chattering
against rough pavement

holding
2 flourescent tubes
taped loosely together
in her hand
3 foot lengths of glass
in her hand
as she skims the street

if that is fragile
then what is lingering love
that stands
so
unrequited
on the sidewalk

Dark, heavy
Eyes bleak
Bare
and
Blurry.

Sweat from his brow
The pant
Of the day
Lingering in his lungs.

Time stops
When you let it.
When you let the mud and muck of days past
Sink
In.

He dreams of sleep.

quickly nervous fingers
flustering at buckles
a frustration of
ribbon
suddenly yielding up
sweet fruit
first taste to last
an always delight

Untwisted

Untangled

Unwound.

Flying furiously

Through thought

And

Memory.

Breathless wonder

Meets

The yearn

Of hopeless

Ache