Archival Feetage

By popular demand ... an untitled poem from a few years
back.


Your name
The customary word
Rings the moonrise
Silver echoes cascade
And split the hillside.

Phantoms chant
Through sun-seared eyes
I dreamed your soul melted into
A chorus inside me.

To know your touch
Breath and pulse
Your words before you say them.
Become me.

I dreamed I saw you sleeping
Alone in the desert
And in the saturnine sky
The stars spelled out your name.

Tendril Love.

If only we had time
Time enough
I'd poison you.