happy lostness

when thoughts become
the fringes of a kite
baring its skin,
dancing
in the clear wind
of presence,
still and moving,
at once,
I rest in the soft humus
of my newborn heart,
feeling each tug
upon that string
of love,
binding oceans
and voids
of a happy lostness
in one ordinary breath
of sheer magic.

blessed death

if I could die
I would
in your arms,
in that one embrace
of breath,
of the cosmos
swirling
within us,
in our cells,
in our bones,
in our flesh;

if I could live
through that moment,
I would hold you forever
in my eyes,
in my heart,
in my breath,
a nameless god
who made me come alive
to this world,
to this love,
and this blessed death,

with no you,
no me,
just us
in one timeless breath.

white rose

I don't know why

this heart closed

like a tired bud

at night

and I don't know why

she opened

like the soft folds

of dawn

to lay down here

at this altar of breath

we share

some things

cannot be known

like this love

so white, 

so deep, 

so tender,

so luminous,

tearing apart

worn out skins

in her every fold

waiting for dawn

the sun's gone

to another world

for a while

he will be here soon.

meanwhile,

soon

is stuck

in the innards

of a lostness,

writhing,

weeping,

for all that's lost

and burnt 

and buried.

he will be here soon.

he must.

as breath struggles

between walls

that must graze

and bleed

against bone,

to understand

the shape

of me

being born.

he will be here soon.

I know.

as the dark blue 

spills and streaks

across painted skins

that must be worn,

and the ground

remembers

her art

of waiting

for dawn,

in the quiet

of a pregnant dream.