HE SAID

all of my imagining

could never compare

to the bountiful reality

that is your naked body.

UNTITLED

unwound, bristled, braided.

i wish with my seafarers blood i could tie knots.

i would produce entire books, volumes!

of knots meant to tie and untie. help and hinder.

  i find so many knots to untangle

i find so many knots to tighten   

i wish with my seafarers blood i could learn their names.

i would call them out as i wind them into

infinite pieces of string.

BLINDSIDED

your eyes didn't look so blue last night.

i stare: magnolias blooming and just to the right, the neighbor gardening.

everything is in exclamations (!)

this coffee is so good!

i will carve driftwood!

little acupuncture words insert themselves into my head.

we spent at least two hours extra in bed. falling asleep, waking up, waking each other up.

little finger swords swipe, make light marks.

I stare

looking at the feathers tacked to my wall and

knowing that when your eyes drift open

you see me

see me partially seeing everything else.

hair all matted, nipples chaffed.

when you bike away:

after ambiguous plans not plans not able to make plans i stare.

okay.

okay, let's go to lighthouse park.

STINGING NETTLES

you don't remember i want to shake you say it happened!

star eyed pine cone people saw it too.

no one cares except me.