Sunday, September 16, 2012

Airborne

I let my heart hang with you.
It's grown with each encounter,
beating,
thumping,
pumping liquid life and profound love.

And when you leave
with each deployment
it seizes all control,

expands to ridges, peaks of sandstone,
valleys dark and deep.
This tiny chest explodes,
expands,
emits an elemental something

that floats across oceans,
past cities,
and overhead your head.

In heat, find comfort in its shadow,
in cold, warmth from its great size
while I, carved, cool, and shivering
blink winds to keep it far.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Precipice

I am hanging at an angle,
dangling a tiny toe
above an azure pool: