018f19d5-673d-472e-935e-9e181d6e067fThe words that pass between them


stuffed in funny angles

bears with downcast smiles

smell it on her wrist

death touching the corners


touch hot forehead to cool floor

benediction for restless musicians

all footsteps



we are too few to undo

our indentation

it presses down

like dowel swinging against undertow

will measure weight of air

and your truth

offered by word


so ask me

where is the mark?

metronome keeping meter

repeated on wrist

infinity you said

mine were the arms wound around

soft value

recollection taking form in coats of ice

a memory palace to divine lockets content

melancholy lifted aghast

how long will sand captured in hour-glass last?

time enough to notice once more the flush of warm blood and brief vigor as if disturbed from dying we galvanize under rushing water

oh how the chime of life can bewitch even the leaden hearted with its promise

I would run with the first sound of bird call and dirty my feet in sprint of dawn to watch the thickets light up golden like fairy crowns

and feel within a burning longing to forever breathe so deeply like a thousand drums

touching dried skins with their hum

once, twice, this is the beat of the living

turning in their roast against themselves

fling yourself against the chant, raise your arms

feel the weight of love pushing you down into flowers

her urgent movement within your emptiness, filling as if she were radiating life itself

turn the key, pick the lock, tread the pulsing stage

her magic has you unstrung, picked apart beneath her song

the hymn of union, flickering chords of pleasure into pliant hearts

longing for nourishment


16 thoughts on “Metronome

  1. Feel the weight of love pushing down into the flowers. A beat that will remain long after the ending….To breath like a thousand drums….. To feel awake and alive is refreshingly breathtaking.

  2. That’s one of the most lovely things you have ever said to me D, I really appreciate that as I feel you should know if anyone is, and to think you feel that of me, really tickles me. Thank you. I think you are a lovely person and I’m so much better off for knowing you.

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