vpoet, re:

pixels, drowned-orange white, stab through line’d slantings of the blinds, stars let drip in spark’ling majesties

through thick-lined, white/shadowed wall cut thin, constellations pierce, breaking bold-dark/orange to mimic dome, though room and droppers, fall’n, know more than eye can meet through generalities and gaze.

longing is best describedas true swaying of the heartin want/in hope/in sightof a returning rock for/to fillthe space swung in.

as much as ilove you, iknow notyour viewand,though ican/may findway amongstthe brambles/branches,icannot go beyondwhat i know notyet/you.

you maybelittle your wordsby misinterpretingwhat you’ve said,rearranging/insultingthem byfoolingyourselfinto holding themat a distancethat is any further thanin

Held still, eyes shift from passage/from word to the lure of soft hum, and, darting, they shift from ‘bove to ‘low our bench, tracking eyes as tag and, thinking I no need to keep focused, pops between the planks/the boards and holds, to wait eyes return to book/to hands and, satisfied, they raise to be [...]

so, you’re there, i’m here& there’s too muchbetween us toleave it at that– won’t you come & holdthis, a heart, beatento be tender/still,as nothing lasts as longas laughter between the     veins, & nothing      feels as does the unbothered                               unminded                           breath/a                                    breeze,                           made &                                loved, to                                         be

there is a shefor me.i know not where;i know not her location/though her presence,her laughter/liquid breathingsform on me a chill,a warmth of breeze/of buddingpores brought lively–and, though she is not here,i know she is.she exists..or, if not now,as she is in mind,she will be, in time,much more, much morethan finite words/definites/much morethan thought of as [...]

washing the face andtaken into accountis what diana’s said:clean, rinse, moisturize.on-top of that reststhe idea of earth,barren/dry/sunkenand unavailable to life;moisten the land, though,and you have soil/life/roots to grow more.

how destitute, fallen, timbered,shook the trees by wind in water’s company,but how rich the health/a wealth ofthe most natural green when licked, wet, regrown & free