c’est tout lumiere

i see it in the cracks of your sideways smile it travels backward towards me even as you turn away it seeks me like a moth i see it in your shoulders, tightly held yet crookedly, secretly reaching through the crowd for me aligned you are your eyes a lake of stars an eerie, erotic

Rouge épais

sticky city stepping chamber by chamber rouge épais gloving white feet slowly clinging to fabric tales wagging bouche à bouche tongue power poison courses gone are borders man’s fear driven safety catches sur comme une foudre Eden the ink warrior purges forward riding the tree’s breath sur tambours roulants slick black angelic puffs in a Cosmos de

Comfort

A beautiful friend is translating my poetry for my upcoming book into French! here is an example of her delicious, delicate and astute translation   Comfort Our bonds have become our own doing no matter how tightly we are conditioned how painful our restraints how deeply we were wounded or by whom in the end

être

  is this it drumming in my sensitive throat ? this dreamy elevation pounding up my stairs buzzing like bees behind my ears eagling awake my Ursa Major ? this cliche slapping my eloquence lathing me into curling pieces …. I asked her liquid scales I begged her I made water coloured love for her