the citi of our joys

Somewhere in the sway of the walk;

In the recklessness of laughter;

not forgotten

vividly in proper times

The way October grows

like a plant steady on water


And fine minerals

Is the way a song takes pace

often on a hike,

to all the abandoned places

forbidden spaces

And may we later say

of how the toungue understands



Looking back

When sometimes I smell the dust-with you,
In the crevices that we created in each other
And in the tunnels that discovered us…I fall intoxicated
of the deep flesh on which we clawed and slashed
I dig for treasured bones- with you
Searching for cravings
habits ; that once had us
sphere=d in our own universe

When sometimes I read words- with you
of old poems full of metaphors
of short tales packed with memories that glued our parts together
I bold letters -with you..
In stories that tore too deep into us,
that threaded our pinkies together
Letters that called you and I an ‘us’

But pray
Forgive me
Forgive my love
Forgive my lust
For when sometimes I dream of heaven- it is you