i wish i knew words for you.
but words are a clay we can't use.
you spoke,
leaving me silent,
like a dawn.
the birds of your hair
sang the sun in,
and we shone in skin on skin
against your landscape,
against your morning.
i speak,
and all that warbles
are synonyms and
half-conventional phrases.
what the moon feels
for the sunrise i feel for you:
gratitude:
obliteration in a greater light.
i write of lips and breath,
the slow movement of your hands at night,
your body at rest, since
in making likenesses of the
bright vast wing that's in your chest,
words are a clay we can't use.
but clayware crumbles
and the sea pours in.













Comments
and we shone in skin on skin against your landscape
beautiful
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the wind turns loose all the boats
that last night were moored to the sky
Neruda
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"Simplicity don't need to be greased." - Billie Joe Shaver
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tongue against tongue, we shall believe in language, the random acts of speech and love...
for the sunrise i feel for you:
gratitude:
obliteration in a greater light. <---love
wow. i really like this poem, especially the nature imagery. and how the "actions speak louder than words", and you are truly grateful even if you cannot truly find the words to say.
excellent work!
--
"Simplicity don't need to be greased." - Billie Joe Shaver
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