Quantum Construct

Mold me awake
old lover
with the brush of your hand
my body stands sturdy

     I am your earth to shape

Send me your waves
wise activator
with your glance and stare
the moon says we're ready

     You are the sea I breathe

Look to our star
my dreamer
with your tongue and sight
my bones rattle to your energy

     Quantum is the leap I take


Fractals and feats

soul whispers repeat
to withstand the fury of

everything we came to remember

ATG Activator

Fingers wrapped—hand in hand—

like double helixes winding,

DNA strands, codon rings

emanating, 

here’s the key to your dreams.

Patience settles

inspiration flows

to what anticipation already knows.

[Because the muse

doesn’t wait—

she expands,

creates,

shapes pictures in the dark

and molds silence into gifts.

And wrath—

is not a sin

when it flows with truth

wading through the rough waters

for what desire remembers

before it was taught to behave]

And while the James Webb Space Telescope

searches for the beginning of time,

I already know what’s mine.

I don’t need a lens

to believe 

I see stardust in your eyes.

The Weight of Choking

To spend so long being strong

I break to the

sound 

the sniff

the touch

your taste

your laugh 

your love

I choke. 

You’re gone. 

My act is up. 

Weakness exposed. 

Our love too big to wear

I choke 

to say your gone

I choke and

I take another breath

I choke

and I take another step 

From Washington St

Like most mornings, we’d watch the sunrise without you.

Gazing at the water tower

our hearts decided to meet

and for a while, your eyes met us in the morning

same as the spectacle and wonder of the ever-consistent

but always elusive

sunrise

is the only way I know how to describe

how my heart believes

through the death of each night

we will wait to watch you rise