Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into an artifice of eternity.

Saturday, December 5, 2015


~For JH~

I bled but did not die,
for I was unable to lose
a single thought of you:

I could not unsee the air
or the sun breathing mind
into bonds of green —

I do not love the chains
or the cuffs my words imply,
but I’ll wear them till I die.

Just as well I’m the seed-
less fruit without harvest —
one cannot reap becoming,

though summers find us whole
or the jealousies of spring
wither on the winter vine:

if You are still here with us,
let’s decreate the darkness
that stowed the captive light.

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