Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Cunning


I'll let you know how it looks

but I have been this way for too long

laid to rest and time for change

when Fall is a prison

and it's useless trying to charm one kiss

from the November snakes you wear

wrapped around your shoulders

the only way to surrender

your voice was a sapphire

on a leash of slow falling snow

you sang with such trauma

in your wild dark eyes

in shallow spaces where nothing is big

if only you were still here to be my breath

in cold platinum embrace

you chose to live

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Terms of Surrender


still

sun crouches

for what passes for time these days

for what passes away

for all the stars that stalk you

still waiting for you to pass by my window again

she whispers a name in her heart

still....