Daily Archives: January 21, 2016

What You Said

What you said to me —
not what you said, but how you said it,
in a voice like bees drowsing around the sill,
a murmur one hair above whisper; with
enough volume to pause me in mid-kiss
and make me pull back and see you
newly, wiping the sweat from my eyes
and re-opening them to see you again
as you were when we first met;
what you said
held me in a cloud, a mist of suspension,
slightly afraid of touching down and losing
this rising, this hovering as if by angels 
above the warm but finite earth, 
what you said
that is only recalled as tattoo upon my back,
as being there always but requiring a turn,
an effort to see it;
what you said.

Oh, what you said —

all I need now and always
is in what you said that day
that pulled me into you,
into my life that I call now

us

we two

the two of us 

one.

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Don’t Write When Listening To Music

don’t write when listening to music
in case you get stuck on a phrase
and have to listen to more to get unstuck
and don’t know if you should re-listen
to the same music or perhaps
change genres completely, maybe switch
from swift stream jazz to more angular
metal or a blues stomp that releases you
from expectation because
so much could come from that
but then you’ll have to live up to it
and maybe the best you can do
is try to live up to it knowing you’ll fail
because all you have is a box of nested words
and the music has all the sun and moon and stars
and blood and pulse and if you have to ask what else
it’s beyond you
and with it being contained in one note
it’s beyond you
and without you being able to respond
without song yourself and you can’t
SING
it’s beyond you
so don’t write when listening to music
you’ll feel your fool coming out
you’ll feel your frail coming on
you’ll feel and have to stop
perhaps for good or perhaps for ill
but you’ll have to stop
you feeble frail fool
you’ll have to stop
and maybe not write again
until you are silent within
and with this song being
as large as the
supermoon stars and 

galactic sun drops on 
icy blue paths through
whitespace

that
won’t
easily
happen