off-grid

send salt air prayers to the landlocked
a dry socket where my heart once beat
a corpse no more than reanimated meat
on taut haunches i sit
glazed eyes stare out to sea
as my mind wanders
and wonders
do you love her more than me?

l'aigle royal

let me whisper the words
too loud to fall lightly on even the deafest
(however)
dearest of ears
drops of wisdom falling like rain on your skin
soft smooth ivory could never contain the light what comes from within
deftly fingers fly over each square inch where it stretches on a mile
if i could walk each jutting reaching mountain and sunken valley of your bones
i'd be lost in love in the wilderness of so many thousand strands of babyfine fibers of your being
your soul
seeing some sense of completion
a whole borne of a hole
an anomaly the chaos of space
i sit dreaming of woes beyond my control
yet i need not hold on too tightly and won't ever let go

arranged marriage.

were you a bear skin rug come to life,
I'd not tread on you
but as your ottoman wife, your feet would rest gently atop me sans shoes.
and there before fires,
we'd sit roasting our toes,
and speak softly of secrets only furniture knows.