20 October 2009

i remember October sweetly—i remember the sights of fallen leaves

and sprouting lust that sprang up from the cracks in the sidewalks

where we moved into the breeze. autumn’s insignia puts its lips

onto our foreheads; we let the moisture drip down over our eyes

so that we are blinded from pooling from our blown eyelashes.

i knew the feeling of stepping on marble columns, of going through the woods

carrying golden apples and pears in my hand to feed her parched mouth—

then dry and brittle like the leaves that feel crisply at our feet

while the moon crept above us, indistinguishable from the street lamps

that marked our nervous path.

i recall our breath, hastened and dear with the hint of awkward meters

slant rhymes and broken images: the steps are spondees upon the ground

and my muddled words are dactyls—soft, paced, paced and nothing

when compared to the beating of our feet on the asphalt.

* * * * *

next to you

i bred

nothings

from Caesar

to make you

pool yourself onto the ground

to feed the earth

with your loveliness.

* * * * *

if God did take my fingers, make them bear

upon your clutching hands and shaking skin,

i wonder how you’d take me, how you’d stare

and hold me from your face within my sin.

if God did take my eyes to make them wide

upon your body, turning hips so firm,

i wonder how you’d make my gazes hide

themselves and make my visions softly burn.

if God did take my lips and make them wet

with pleasures, dreams, and beauty walking by,

i wonder how you’d make my lips forget

trangressions made as they await and pine.

if God did take my love and make it yours,

i wonder how you would become abhorred.