arrival

I walked into the room

and they had Tarot out

they changed clothes uninhibited

they knew their left sides

  of their bodies

  were feminine

they knew sex was a topic

  open for discussion

they put their legs around their heads

  just casually while talking

and most had crystals 'round their necks

and I knew I was home.

beginnings

I'm impatient to know you.

I want to drink all of your thought things
through my hearing holes, I want the
pores of my fingertips to
absorb the cells of you

... to decipher your skin's lines,
and know their unheard utterings

I'm so impatient to know you -
I forgot we're
short.

I want to say things to you
that I haven't even thought of yet
I want to hear answers
to questions I've not yet dreamt.

stroll

it's nice
to walk
slowly
with you

in the quiet dark
and have our forearms pressed together

and notice strange shadows from the trees
over the path

and notice our shadows' semi-symmetrical shape


and have your head on my sternum and then
my head on your sternum
and then your chin in my hand and
your cheek under my thumb
and your hair straggling everywhere, my hair
knotted in your fingers

it's nice to hover
between new habits and
old ones

it's nice to make friends with the moonlight again
whilst hearing whispers of the day's sun on my skin

"Don't ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive."

- Harold Thurman. 

absent without leave

excuse me, but I've
checked out for
summer:

I'm AWOL, etcetera...
inbox unattended
cellphone neglected
sorry / not sorry,
and so on

I'll be at the beach
charging my body battery
hot with electricity
and only a few frayed cables,
gold on my skin
instead of in my wallet

constantly ravenous
and fulfilled, and fulfilled

salt as my diet
company for colleagues
music as my occupation
feeling and knowing as my revenue