Poetry

Short Nameless Reveries

You had a secret name fermenting

Under my tongue. I smiled and

It went yellow in my mouth.

 

A budding unseen burial

Ring shinnied silver tones

In my bone where you were

 

This is what you do in

Tiny doses. My medication

Never beamed old history lights

 

Or pinstripe lights your fingertips

Through a womb of dust

Stirred a new pigment.

 

Short Nameless Reveries

I cupped the back of my hand neatly in your corners

Like a wave.

If your blue eyes had a breeze they would,

The cool wash up through

Force

Stone dank and dark underdown

Archaic stairsteps

My soundproof head capsuled

In the moss

Until you touched it

Neatly unfurling and so quickly

Untangling in an inhale like ink in water—

Short Nameless Reveries

 

After curling inside the couch for

2.5 days I clicked your description

you were called a Black Witch Moth

polilla de bruja negra

and you were filling my whole room 

the light was aimed at a dark glass

somewhere behind the white door

I prayed you away.

Triumphant Undergrowth

God is in the world

I would write for myself
After the thawing, in a gold book:
That’s how I know some semblance of Yeshua
still works through my veins. Urgent love to steep-
a honeyed ache would spread like sap on the tongue.
_
I’d remind that I am a pomegranate
bursting with seeds raining to the ground
pouring to the ground
Like money
Ambrose
A waterfall 
Gently laughs 
Through the outburst of fissures
Of rock and calcite In their time of year
_
But it’s thawing year. Open for
minnows to kiss and heat the lake’s surface,
and seal a capsule of heart in rock still pulsing
for each other like a lost well of whispered hymns-
Sustained- A long ache before two small wrists almost touch.