(T)here is this embracing,
flesh of lace… holding…
onto all now Here –
(T)here is No (t)heir.

No outside to map
(W)here we are;
We Sketch our patterns
In fabrics of fiction.

An over-Sized bed
Sleeps three together;
Seamless spannings
Seem (n)ever to touch.…

I held your hand as you went on your way,
He hugged your spirit as you struggled to rise
You took so much with you…or so it seems
A strange fullness in halls of empty silence…..

We find you everywhere….and nowhere…both at the same time
You grow the garden and water the cheeks
A rock, a stone, a tribute – such a mystery….…

Where is the place we live…
this foreign land
that slept in slumbers of familiarity
for so many eons?
Yet we awaken
with a strange light
and our faces
fall short
of closeness
in the mirrors
of other’s times.

There is a smallness
in the heart
that turns back on itself
and searches for a source…
folds and folds
enfolds
a warm blanket now cold
with dew
 of a dawn
odd
in sensation
yet
this is our home…

written 9/29/16 from a an improvisation of spoken poetry

 …

Dare try tame a soul created
As if any look fully perceives
Molecules of vibrancy that joust
And meet anew every moment

 By any other name – call me nameless
 One verse alone cannot sing a song
As sweet a melody to the ear
The key will change in dissonant chord

Hold familiar with looseness
To not stifle the breathing
As winds of ardor respire
From nostrils of nascent kindness

Love the tune, suffer the singing
As birds pause the wing to light the wind
Stars twinkle in death and life
Teaching our eyes the three in one

                                                                                                                                tpt  9/11/16…

What shabby spaces does my soul sleep?
What darkness shames my sorry sight?
In a cave I dwell with bated breath
No shadows to see in any flickering light

Yet something pulls me down and out
The entrance is dim and distant but there
No color at all, but hot flashes of bright
With a flash that x-rays the hollow of my soul

A hole so tiny yet vast in vacancy
A pinprick of moment that is nowhere at all
Such a draw that dances in dervish delight
With sole-less soul it lets ME go

In sudden I see YOU coming to me
I wait for your kiss, yet you pass me by
When I look to your back I see nothing at all
Then I know I AM gone….in…