"Smoke and wind and fire are all things you can feel but can't touch. Memories and dreams are like that too. They're what this world is made up of. There's really only a very short time that we get hair and teeth and put on red cloth and have bones and skin and look out eyes. Not for long. Some folks longer than others. If you're lucky, you'll get to be the one who tells the story: how the eyes have seen, the hair has blown, the caress the skin has felt, how the bones have ached.
"What the human heart is like, " he said.
"How the devil called and we did not answer.
"How we answered."

from The Man Who Fell In Love With The Moon

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Exhale

Torn out of time.
Thuja boles buttress mercury skies.
This our music: frantic flowers
shedding petals even as they
bloomed.  Your feet wet with
dew covered in them.  Me kissing
them clean.  Laughter.
Even now sapphires turn in the mud.

The prodigy of our genius is this:
We have been made redeemable in love.
And the vespers of sweat made last in the
mind much longer than on the skin.
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