What is the science of loss?
Of missing someone so much you taste it as their face appears in your soul
So vivid are the colors of his skin
To touch his face again
At which portal shall I meet the ghost
To collect the dust I lost from my heart
I will myself to stay strong
While my loneliness lives in memories heavy like bloated fish
being pulled up from the bowels of the sea
and invited lovingly to the shore
The Science of Loss
In Some Other Room
In some other room
We could be in love
But in this room
It’s just too tough
You’d have to leave her
I’d have to believe you
From the bottom of my heart I’d do nothing but kiss you
From the top of the moon I’d miss you
Up in the clouds, we’d stare at the stars
In some other world this night was all ours
Why can’t it be easy?
It’s been so long
I miss what I lost
But it’s already gone
Stealing kisses from the man, who gave birth to my scars
We flee from the place we all were born
But I’m not afraid to return to the war
What was love will be loss
But the rest will be found
Synch up with the sky and inherit the ground
For in this life there’s no telling what’s left
For in this life there’s no telling what’s next
The dances we do
The hearts that we loose
Just to believe and just to prove
It’s silly that time plays tricks on the mind
We try to perceive the ghosts through the wine
But just when we start to sink with the ships
The saline obliges to bend with our lips
The caverns are crossed, the waves are embossed
Her scent lifts you up through the towns you forgot
Remember this night
My love etched in your eyes
I felt your hands
Dancing patterns upon my thighs
Who knows what another coast will prove
That we should find love
Or that time is a fool
My heart is a ship that circles the tide
It wants to believe that love does not die
I Will Not Enter The Season With You
We will not speak of ex loves or travels to cities where words are lovingly lost and longer shadows are born.
I will not enter the season with you
Together we will speak of movies, books, music and friends you’ve met whose names you don’t know.
Poetic themes are hinted at, alluded to and given distant affection in the background of your imagination.
Occasionally your eyes will hold on me for enough time to feel like a wall in your heart has been broken;
but then it will be fastidiously built again and we will circle through this gray world together until one of us must leave it and then who knows...
But I like the experiences, the feelings, the uncertainty, the questions that are not answered.
On certain nights our hands loosely feel away from each other
Our breath like two cities, respectively moving from the center of water and light to find new homes on opposite shores of the small universe we momentarily lived in.
All that I had to lose stands before me and it isn’t so much.
But through the wants and vulnerable desires that leak across my heart I hear a voice just as pure…
Grape
I am in love
with the half drunk perfumed silence
my tongue
takes on as it waits for more wine
But has had just enough
to start serenading
the rest of my body
with loving lies and future gifts
Waiting to find me and deliver the temporal ecstasy
In the spaces between day and dreaming.
The language I cannot contain--but love the voice.
I do not ignore it but do my best not to force-
It finds me lovingly
As I sip on the finer solitude
that wants to hold onto me for eternity
And I sometimes must tell it,
“This is enough for now,
Enough for tonight but I will find you again soon.”
Like a real love,
A beautiful light,
How can I not love
you?
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The Ship Moves Backwards
Follow me on a ship, watch me swim the way I used to
This longing must end soon or the water should carry me back to you
I know in my heart that it’s wrong to long like this
But I don’t know how to restrict such a sickness
This weight stands heavy on the ocean floor
I think it’s enough to cough up the shore
If you’re tired from swimming and you feel like standing…
I can be your hearts new landing
Just remember in the dust when the waves seize to lift
That I was the one who invented the ship
And it’s fine to move on with sailors from the west
Your heart won’t remember that I was the best
Move on through her skies that have blinded before
Be proud you still see, should you return to the shore
And if not I will wait every single day
As the madness creeps in I will push it away
Thinking of your love which palms in her hand
I fall back on myself and find love in the sand
As the ink moves backwards your face appears
In the bowels of the ocean I trace my tears
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