With You Gone

                                                                oisin and niamh


                                            

With you gone
the cavity in me
throbs an emptiness
that swallows my heart
and I stumble over the
edges of trivial duties.
the tendrils
and gravity of my routine
weaken then snap.
and I begin to notice
the gaps, and blanks
between moments
that drew me in .





IT starts with the long
silences between words,
like trolls lurking under
the bridge
threatening to devour me
bones and all
I hesitate to begine,
trembling with despair
with out your voice
to surround, and hold me
in the motion of my day
and deliver me unscathed


there is an absence in the
my world,
that leaves a vacuum
around me, a loosening of gravity,
setting me adrift,
between my mornings and
nights.
until


between cereal and coffee
im tugged unwilling into
the vastness between planets.
lost to the pull and gasp
of gravity,
beyond the redemption of
earth,
with out your arms
and mouth to tether me
to your orbit
and I drift in the chill,
silent darkness.
till the mundane reels me
in and
I finish my cooling coffee,
and start my day,
until


the realization of your
absents severs the
tenuous fleshy threads,
that bind me to my
life,
and I fall from cleaning
dishes,
into the cloying film of
black water,
removed from the bustle
and buzz, of driving and
trafic, from
commuting and arriving,
treading water, distant,
and removed, bobbing
in the thick ooze, that
grasps and pulls, threaditeing
to hold me under,
and I beyond the reach
of rescue, watching the buzz and scamper
of daily life on the distant shore,
with out your eyes and hands
to moor me to the safety
of your harbor.
then arrival reaches in,
and im at my desk,
leafing throw work.
until


the blanks in my life,
snare me,
and I flout untethered ,
unraveled
in the void that your
absence has bloomed in
my everyday and
I become lost between living room
and bedroom,
lost between sheets and
sleep.
with you gone, I suffer the
vertigo, of a thousand years
of isolation
in the world, I stumble
and sway,
and fill with nausea over
the heaving desert, of mundane
callings and promises


with you gone
I become lost,
in the gap of
my days,
and long for
your return
to bind together my
fragmented and tattered
remnants
and hold me secure in
your moment and
purpose.

For You

 for you
I would draw the blue
blue air
through vision and sight
and in the eye spin it to
fabric, and then back again
to light and shadow

for you,
I will take the fragile night
crisp and lonely wrap it
like a shall around your
marble shoulders,
and then in the heat of
your cauldron melt it in
to your body

for you
I will capture the glowing
waves of lava
and pack it’s fire and rage
into a drop of light to roll
on your tongue cool and
thrilling, then dissolve it
to wine, for your quenching,

for you
I will speak the secret words
and chant the ancient
calling and aline all
the elements, and from the cup
of my hands spill them
into your heart, bring them
to one, till the pulse and glow
throbs through you, and brings
you to the beginning and end
at once, so you will be
all and one for me.

The Name of Thee

when I before the

breaking of skin, whisper

in my voice sing savage

the names of trees and thee

when the silents wrapped

in the pause

between all words

I myself waited hung

suspended like a light

in the mist of pooling

yellow.

but the skin then

was smooth and new

and I wonted the world to

rub rough and the weather

to mark it , and give me history.

when the flesh broke

and the world gushed

in and though the silents

reseeded, the lyrics in my

ears took voice and hummed

the names the world wore, and thee

I mumbled along eventually

capturing and holding what

the world made whole

and transparent on my

lips and tongue,

the world danced to

the tune stepping through

the seasons and the spinning of

the sun,

all the names came tumbling

stepping along the flood

of light when the flesh

broke the song, and in me,  gave

name to thee.

The Darkening Tempest of You.

you in the blue of

my intimate darkness

plumbed the depth

of my passion.

your eyes leaked into the

muffled sheets

mazed between grunts,

and pain and rapture.

your body spilled its

ocean over me and

into my frenzy.

I spooled you out

unraveled flesh and blood

peeled away sinew to

fluted bone then erased

that to your appetite.

you breathed in the

crackle of my moist

heaving gasps

between the raking of

my need along the expanse

of you , spread out before

me,

a deep moist wilderness

raw with wind

and sea and tide.

I plunged blind in the

turbulence of

myself, then into the darkening

tempest of you.

your tides flowed me

along the curves and winds,

of your gasping body.

the dark broke, powdered

under the pounding of

waves, under the swallowing

hands and claws that

I have become.

you continued to storm

a squall contained by bone

and will,

and yet,

you spilled the sea in your need,

as you unravel and

your waves undulate crashing

against the rocks and cliffs

of the flesh that contains

you.

then in my starvation, the gale

that pulled the two of us

into the typhoon of

our encounter, wanes.

the brine waves that you are

leaks itself out.

then drained of

the fury, diminishes.

waves and sea, and

breath returns,

in the end the darkness

passed, leaving the purged

eruptions laying damp upon

a cleansed sea..