Pecha Kucha

or, I Am Only & Always What We Are. To R.B. my dear, dear friend

i am never just myself here / there are multitudes / of devotion in this body / know that there always will be / your thoughts shooting through my head / your blood flushing my veins / your choices in my being

turgent rushing / & needy we wanton / through the river through / the hot springs / through the snow / through the screen of moonlight 
ruminate on our echo here / grass stains and dirt smudges / paintings on our canvas

sunflowers / in glass / in water / sunflowers / in pomp & circumstance & / in  your hand / & glowing / my friend

mind emergent 
urgent coaxings still  crow / draped on limbs like lazy clocks / let set thin established  intelligence
eyes lamenting listed / lasted assurgent / clear and blind / the heady consciousness / lasts

cupping your hand in mine / after the dance / carrying your shoes / my jacket & my shoes / around you / stumbling into the kitchen / world spinning / temporal anxieties a matted bog / to bind all consciousness here

soft you now / our light lusters / out and we are spirited / to colder breezes / no different / but not entirely unchanged 
feel the loose dialect / of your body / how she nudges you / to devour space / and feel the ease / with which you comply 

‘i wish i wish’ / peering through milky / glass to divine two shapes / half dressed in conversation & clothes / two shapes scattered on quilts and against / a sheen of navy black 
two perfect symbolisms / two perfect metaphors

unfettered hands sailing / all the lips and pinches / of tired tension / on the dense hills / of back and leg / soothing out the ache / of live wire bones / and you carry this /  like we promise / rubbing and tapping / thunderous digits / tumbling

undress each other / of every poor concern / in a loose gloaming / and the polish of lanterns / i vision us / peach and liberty hued / all of us / our minds our hearts / projected in inky pith / and the brilliant hum of burnish

set up every point to tumble / to shaking &  shocking / no difference between the / sight and sound / from the restless earth gnashing / her teeth / to tender moans at / daybreak 
we liberate  from one another / or self / chords quaking / like aspen 

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then shall we rise / hang our questions like laundry / out to dry / in the dirty breeze / let them air out / of all confusions  and  / material beginnings and / things to offend / we will clean ourselves / of our illusions / and their stink

now we are adorned / in frost and rosy skin / illuminating our consciousness 
il neige sur les Palisades / mon enclume / regarde les  flocons les étoiles / let me see your skin / let me see your mind / let me see You

your opinel spirals / into our habits / a thing to break bread / a thing to open the wine / aphrodisiacs and silver dollars  / gin and blossoms / for our garden / and other presents to grace 
always always / presence to grace

i am whispering / your name / in the twilight comfort / no pseudonym or alias / no nickname no pretense or / lean phrase / your name; your whole name / like a wish upon / a meteor  
bonne nuit / rentre bien / mon étoile filante

we are following / the river / to our cradle / where the red blood dirt / the beaten dirt the stamped dirt / is in mat impressions / all around us 
this is where we danced and sang / this is where we gazed to space / trembling in our devotion 

i was afraid you might be / wrapped in the throes of sleep / when i came to bed but / here i am / in  intimate dawn / and here you are / clad in precious dreaming / laid undisguised / in rising moon / bringer of tides and sacred things / and sinking sun

i decide to / cancel my hate / cancel my blind hate & cultivate / that sage despise of yours / the smart discerning of character / the wise ethics / the offended / praxis 
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cultivate your anger /   you powerful Being / you powerful being

the closer i am bound / in Love / the closer i am bound to freedom 
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all of our striving / is over at last / and all that remains / is the honorable adulthood of legacy / and a dignified ripple / to scatter our reflections

imagine fidelity & improvisation / in Spring & what could be more / faithful & improvised / than Spring? 
it is in improvising / you told me / that we remain / and so i put on / our best records / opened all the windows / and let the world settle in

signing my letters with /  ‘ever Love’ /  writing poems on your grocery lists  / filling the day / with figs and honey
these little gifts are my / words my acts / of service / my touch
we are not new / here in us / but what a ‘eureka’ / nonetheless