Walk through the kitchen dusky

Step through a sliding glass door
the garden twilit your silhouette
birds singing this is so summertime
I listen not knowing what;

next to you nothing else is splendor
only each out in the world while gently
my hand your knee us in rusty chairs
wrought with places where rain falls through.

I am soaked and you

holding one another up
with kisses laughter we
stumble home smashed
       and dripping


drunk on a promise of
another atop your fridge
I am soaked and you
       are lovely

to fly and then if need be burn

if this may be the hope you need
        that most our hearts are softly made
        into their shapes - this is to say
that if once more they feel the heat
        of other hearts draw near to them
        they reset in their selves again

if so reshaped then spread out wings
        those before frozen feathered shapes
        which she about her heart had draped
as if to ward against the spring
        now beat and in the air will rise
        and closer ever always fly

since close is where hearts long to be
        un-careful be though yours begins
        to run between your fingers singed
until but ash remains where we
        and you once flew and but one heart
        is left where two before took part

before hearts knit they must relearn
to fly and then if need be burn

The shape of the sins she could not excuse

Weary she clings where I dismay
All held to love as love gave way
Where pleasure ceased and embers died
In hearths where hearts had long since strayed
When all our friends had chosen sides
Mem'ries of love and love's labors sustained
Patching our pair where all passion had waned

The road I know I never leave
I only count the miles achieved
And miss the milestones slipping by
Our last day passes unperceived
Our last kiss barely meant implies
The shape of the sins she could not excuse
Anger, neglect, lack of time, and abuse

Stark St.

lips red of too much wine
still caught in yesterdays
go early and wear for love
there lying oven flat wait

now rise enough dancing
stay late to find your self
feet stepping in to morrow
burst from with out laughings

feet bare and a half mlle. Home.