Tag Archives: desire

(On) The Planet Where We Are Lovers

On the planet where we are lovers, the air is sweeter and we feel not weightless but just a little lighter, a little less freighted with the daily burden of gravity. May we never lose this sensation, the faint tingle inside as our organs flutter every … Continue reading

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The Island

This is how I read — lips mouthing the words, fingers tracing the lines — the atlas of forbidden places. One time we made it there corporeally. Our island rose from the sea.

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Asters

Purple stars with yellow hearts constellate across green skies. They turn to golden light beaux arts whene’re you close your eyes. They are fall’s flower, Greek for star, their rays burst forth and shine, And though I’m singing from afar, … Continue reading

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Radiology in Winter Moonglow

These long winter nights when the world is enigmatized in snow, and the eerie moonglow makes me feel as though I am on the moon myself, a strange monochromatic sensation like x-rays of my past and future selves with all … Continue reading

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Doppler Red

Lust is a wave that shifts toward red as it races away. Taillights disappearing into fog. Wavy red hair turning for the train. Descending pitch of a lonely whistle.

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Love Poem

Our Volition Was In Not Turning* Scraps of paper lifted on a careless wind, these are my verses tonight. You came to me so – the familiar face on the peeling wheat-paste poster blown across the square, come alive at my … Continue reading

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Shape of a Heart (Valentine’s Day)

We play the game called Exquisite Corpse — you with the curlicued lust lines of your tragic fine-point pens, I with charcoal-smudged weather reports and raucous blackbirds — two sides unseen of the same folded paper’s fearful symmetry. I hand … Continue reading

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