Blackdove

This galaxy was built upon a spaceship;
She never explained.
Ethereal displacement, fortunate,
In the stratums of a dual-essence belonging to
That sadness we made disappear:
Exodus, rewritten and renowned,
By the characters of your hand’s inspired eye;
On those dying cathedral steps,
We carved this planet’s bleak infertility
Into the grottos of a distant chaos
& drifted away into love.

Came along creatures of the unexplained,
Stringing parallels of a winded bay.
You tossed away that magical blue dress,
Entered me with a new address…
O how the theories, once wedged
Between the thighs of our mind, exploded
Into fierce perceptions
Of a special universe we can call
That word: I think that key:
For I’ve never seen so many fascinating doors
Proud to be irrevocably, open.

Persephone~

The simplification of chords
As I scrape the ground upon this homecoming:
Dragging the measures of a song I wrote for…

Saturated skin, again,
I went swimming in the planetary pools
Of sensory deprivation, to chance parting.

Twelve steps & yet, they feel twelve insights
Of longer drapery,
Than what has ever dressed these pale windows.

I think I’m on a cloud
Who doesn’t know she’s drifting:
I think I’m misplaced in the happiness of ending.

Where is this ghost
Who said she’d lead a revolution?
I scream out loud & clone a thousand convolutions.

The moon is a negative I once photographed:
Innocent, and packed away, like smooth
Clay in the sleeves of my old imagination.