[[Burn]]ing day: set a[[light]]
by how we danced last [[night]],
feeling you right [[here]], held
against me while we moved
as one.
You kissed me then,
deeply,
while we danced and kissed
and held the night,
for I know [[now]],
we can[[not]] [[be]] together.
This [[self]]-exciting Reality
wants separation,
so I give up
my desire for small [[love]]
and spend this little [[time]]
learning how to fly,
and why [[heaven]] has boundaries,
and how to be with trees
or body surf [[blue]] clarity.
Before two final bows
and the end in our beginning.
Everything that lies around you, all the broken pieces, go gather them up. Tonight, we make a bonfire with but a single [[hope]] : to get…
I remember playing hide-and-go-seek so vividly I can still touch the wall we were crouched behind, the two-tone bare-brick [[white…
What of that ancient [[heaven]] ly dynamo and how you [[burn]] ed, angel-head, for a whole [[life]] time, or learnt to paint the [[truth…
It's not the endless play of [[light]] when you close your [[eye]] s, nor how every cell seems to open into [[peace]] . It's not bird…
Life goes on forever, whether you ack [[now]] ledge it or not. It's love we're [[here]] to service: one purring [[heart]] stripped down…
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