all the better to see you with

Even in the mirror I Can not be sure
which is mine,  who is me?
This face they accuse me with stares back
trapped in glass, cold to my touch
synchronised sinking
listening close to every word you never told me
in the middle of the night
leaking lost thoughts
wanting always this falling
into deeper dreams of you

a meeting in a passage

time holds out her hands 

touching me

all over nowhere

proving nothing

thrusting with life

unready and willing

whiling away souls already spent

taking each breath away. 

break my own back

my hands reach down

pressing hard into the earth my feet forgot

re-assesing both up and down

as my heart swells with the lightness of empty space

until I'm not so sure about holding it all together

how I worked so hard to make it hard

and now I want that softness back. 

The truth is

the truth is a whore
but theres nothing wrong with that
only your own hatred
for yourself
for the small price
of wanting
more than you think you deserve.

as I lay on the earth

The blue blue sky spread like open blanket all about

snuggling the curve of my hip against the grassy mounds

with my eyes closed and my ears open the whole world gathers closer than my own empty skin

holding me here in the soft gooey centre of everything

as the birds sing and the wind caresses me right over the edge of this mortal dream.

I wanted to tell you

so long the words sit heavy unsettled
under my heart beat
 a music
unspoken
because
I know
And as you can see
I can hardly put two words together
and as for sentences
I never understood
why they always have to end
leaving such finality
in their wake.

a beautiful death

Don't tell me how a poem is

with your spelling all correct 

and syntax in context 

all lined up (ducks in a row) in deep and meaningful order.

Here the tides are always turning

this way and that, sleepless

as the earth falls from my shoulders,

feathers twisted, into open space.

too many descriptive words

and superlatives

weighing down

how I feel

 about breathing underwater.

I come to your funeral

crying out to death

come out, come out,

embrace me

I am only and always absolutely for you.