Wednesday, November 30, 2016

poem

I hear you
louder than ever

I hear you in the beating pulse
beneath my fingers and the flesh crackling

I hear you
piercing me through

I hear you in the tickling eyelash
trailing off those dark pools' radiance

Oh, do I hear you
I hear you louder than ever

 Please do not break my heart
  Please do not break my heart
   Please do not break my heart
  Please do not break my heart
 Please do not break my heart

But we will
hear one another in the night

But we will
hear one another in the touch

But we will
hear one another in the throat

But we will
hear one another in the shiver

But we will
hear one another in the tears

But we will
hear one another in the long silence afterwards


 When I touched the sky for the first time
  I threw up over little cowboy boots
  and a stewardess with high, curled hair
   and vibrant red lips and dark sienna skin
   and amber patina eyes
  smiled into me as my tears fell all over me
  and told me with folded hands and pantyhose
 "You have such nice boots."

  /—the music
  a serenade from the stars

 wake up
 wake up

  look around you
   we're lost in space and the time
  is our own—/

I turn away from the sound of the roar inside
and I look into the trees changing color
There are cycles within cycles
Seasons within seasons
And what turns away, will one day
turn towards, and you know
the new moon follows
the full moon, like
the new heart's skin
burns away the old heart's ash
who comes back again
in breath, in wind
in rain, in stream
in grain, in cream
and becomes again
my new heart's skin

Oh, turn, turn away, turn—
you wicked old fool, turn—
for you hear it, don't you hear
the loudness and thunder
we brought you to this
we gave you the peace and the calm
the all in-gathering before
the STORM
yet
sail on, odysseus
sail on, walton
sail on, mother
sail on, god

I am the one who hears the dark
 heard the voices and saw the smoking lights
  and opened doors to things not meant for seeing
   but not from ignorance, was glee
   but not from craven heart, was me
  I sought out a love that called me before
 before I was ever aware
I could be free

I heard you then, didn't I?
I heard you at the door to my closet
I opened into you and you into me
And out came the terror, the dread
You fled into me from the monsters on your side
I fled into you from the dreams I could not see
I hear my dreams, I hear you and me
I hear you now, don't I?

I hear you me

sail on, you
sail on, me

sail on

there's a door out there for you and me
let's crash into it
make it a party
let's not find it
wake it a dream
let's go make it
crash into it
find it
wake it
wake it from this dream
this dream of you and me

you don't even hear the bell
you don't even know about wild mountain honey

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