Wednesday, March 24, 2010

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

between cereal and coffee
im tugged unwilling into
the vastness between planets.
lost to the pull and gasp
of gravity,
beyond the redemption of
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,

the realization of your
absents severs the
tenuous fleshy threads,
that bind me to my
and I fall from cleaning
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.

the blanks in my life,
snare me,
and I flout untethered ,
in the void that your
absence has bloomed in
my everyday and
I become lost between living room
and bedroom,
lost between sheets and
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
and hold me secure in
your moment and

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

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.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

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

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.

Monday, March 1, 2010

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
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

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..