Love itI feel your hands in my hair.More Like This
I feel your breath on my neck.
I feel your body pressed so close to mine.
I feel your lips on my throat.
I feel your hands move to my back and your lips work their way up to mine.
I feel you and I love it.
I hear you say you love me.
I hear you whisper my name.
I hear you tell me I'm the only one for you.
I hear your breath in my ear.
I hear your soft snores as I fall asleep.
I hear you and I love it.
I see you as I run into your arms.
I see your face break through my world of darkness.
I see you fight away my fears.
I see you wipe away my tears.
I see you're in love with me.
I see you and I love it.
I taste your lips.
I taste your tongue.
I taste your throat as I kiss it.
I taste your love.
I taste your passion.
I taste you and I love it.
I smell your colone as I hold you.
I smell your shampoo as I hug you.
I smell your toothpaste as I kiss you.
I smell your excitement as you cuddle me.
I smell the smell I've been waiting so long to smell.
I smell you and
hoardera hunk of youMore Like This
when we pass
your lovely refuse
EasterRemember what you love,More Like This
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
Busted!All the body bleaks the moment: Dear now,More Like This
I was with you once, but eternities change
and it shouldn't matter except the grass
at green is grooming new confusions.
Dear bodies, bleak with knowing where you go,
you must flatter certain folds of perceiving
with feeling's foam; it is the only way
to hold us forward, toward this dented sky.
All these soggy sounds that boast of dear death,
that dime you purchased with a start.
I was with you once, but eternities will change
and still fold us forward, toward their awful skies.
perry streeti can remember the name but not the numberMore Like This
of a big modern house
where i spent boundless afternoons
with her dolls and her corn chips
and her bony child’s body
and her silky child’s hair.
i can remember the name
but not the number
of this ancient sunlit dusty happiness
and that alone is a gap in me
so painfully wide
PreyYesterday, you sent me an emailMore Like This
in my opinion of myself.
So I sat among the upturned candles
—Wax like scattering serpents
or tree roots convoluted—
of your altar
and I chuckled at the irony of it all.
PhobiaBehind the fireplaceMore Like This
there was a body.
I knew it straight away,
though it was barely a husk,
the exoskeleton reduced
to the shell of a shell.
on the back of the neck,
So today in Waterstones,
Upstairs, poetry section -
I pick your book out at random.
Read the first poem, it's good.
Turn to the cover to see who.
I could not buy your book
could not touch the cover again
with its mound of corpses.
poem while doing laundrynow, the sun sets a little later every nightMore Like This
people see me who have not seen me
sometimes in visible wavelengths,
sometimes in deadly ones
Death (XII)spring here means:More Like This
sundresses in Harvard Square
pancreatic cancer for Will's aunt
an old friend graduating, soon to be wed
spring here means:
changing your name
spring here means:
leaving, coming back
braiding your brother's hair
everyone's dog dying
some girl drinking
hair growing out