A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.

The mind is its own beautiful prisoner. Mind looked long at the sticky moon opening in dusk her new wings then decently hanged himself,one afternoon. The last thing he saw was you naked amid unnaked things.

Here's to opening and upward... and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.

And the coolness of your smile is stirringofbirds between my arms

Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.

notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening

love being such, or such, the normal corners of your heart will never guess how much my wonderful jealousy is dark