how i love you...

[ how i love you... ]

     madly.
some moments, increasingly,
 all sorts of,
     in    a
           haze

(lungs) drowned in the little room
with tears a night field.

are can: to make unbearable
   wishing we are we can; and, any turn,
   any any turn, this here, the as grassy
 as quiet,
       the hours in the sea

the poem was cloud, an impossible sing

pulled under unseen being some
 moments wishing sitting together
have like, all sense
       pulled under flat, pulled under
    under, again, some moments, pulled

irrational, even irrational
    breathed windows, most
 a blush. whole thing     forgive (me)

again but your absence
suffocates      a lacey turned little
body putting my mind to room, silently

   hearing your eyes
in the photograph, at the ceiling
 even kissing you up to your chin

your hum is flung from a tuning for –
tulip in mis shapen dark, flickering after
     growing

inconsiderable morning. to the whirr of daft
up forced the nigh
     a little her to hand, the ah ah of room burst light
always i scream
       i imagine lips
    lips enough, lips touch
   candles your all      always i imagine
to eat out of your
    empty hands. of your mouth, quietly, wearil

to make you feel madly        could is i think
much, anyway, i stand very still.

i will unveil you, passively, in the breathing,
     come, a long pause
               wishing


*structural edit by PJ Nights

Valentine, Undelivered

[ Valentine, Undelivered ]
....................................(for L)

Dear formally so lively
.......................... now a ghost town,

I'm passing out in the flower garden.
I close my eyes and greet the weeds I imagine
growing over you. No doubt this seems familiar-
tropical--a forgettable offense. The sun-
flowers bent and swayed around the path.
The rest of the garden was rendered successfully.
In the winter when the bodies are mounded
with snow, the crows kept vigil.
And now there's something hoping to happen
in the middle of being lost
in the wandering flora, so the grocery list
you penned in haste becomes my holy relic.
A body may extend. And you may rise. You may
penetrate the skin of air forgetting not
these days everyone wants
strange fits of passion. Forgive me,
I have to close my eyes. The clover of your iris.
The white paper, bound with twine.
How did I get here
with the tall grass rising underneath.
I leave with mouths full of dirt
after the day ends. In the distance,
it can be heard across the river
how far we are from kissing.
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