Two poems that have rolled around for a while, now.
to see into the future, dear:
it was your face along a crowd
in my favorite coffee shop,
and both our loves laid bare.
give me the glass palm of your hand
fill it up –
with hummingbird words,
a million grains of sand.
in the darkness of the tunnel:
like the glitter of the sea.
a river weaving,
and we – feel the loneliness of loneliness leaving.
my brain has been the magpie
seeking out little treasures:
silver tingle in the ear,
secret moment for me to bear.
books read or still unfinished, every city stepped foot in,
presents for friends, a note from someone who tasted like love,
names for pets, and maybe babies.
three reasons why we’re approaching singularity, too many five year plans,
all the astrological signs of people i have lived with, who again live close to me
but the silence is –
oh how intimate the internet,
to see the green light flashing.
sacraments tucked away,
to be devoured never –
i clench my jaw so morning comes
with a sore left cheek.