1. Wine Before Leaving
The morning is an apple full of tempests,
Red as the chorus on the truth of wine.
Like white small breads the ocean’s waves fare young hands
Well to the wind; its handkerchiefs like graying birds.
Numberless chorus of latitude,
Soberly ours and enamored of silence,
Zumba between the sounding trees
Resonant as a tongue fooled of war and songs.
Bear off the arrows of quick milk
And the dead pulsing latent birds.
Wind topples the derided spume of sin
And sustains the volume of kisses.
You combat the door with leaving,
Like an orchestral tree, latent with birds.
Don’t go, now the grapes
See leggings fit to my words
More than I can costume,
Guilty of gavels, noise, and misery on beaches.
2. To Govern the Sea
Leaning tardy into the tear of my sad readies,
I cast red reeds.
There in the high ardency
Your arms turn bronzed
Distant as a coast
Of spines, tasseling the blue land.
I send out senatorial eyes
The sea gallops to regard but shed.
Stories to tell you...
I who lived in a harbor, trembled
Toy ravens ripe with thirst.
Like a spider able to celebrate
You with a timid deliriousness netted between teeth,
Something sings penned between sadness algebraic and undead words.
Like kisses tremendous with roseate cement,
I steer the fast seal drawn toward death.
Torqued, pale, lashed to agricultural water,
An abandoned chimera mounts my only way.
Becalmed in the throat of your cool hips,
Practice roses on me; parallel the other fish.
3. Neck of Despair
Anguish twenty in its pain arrests me.
We tumble like hurricanes dreaming of each thumb
We hear supplicate for old blood.
Love me, abandon me. On this "hello" stained
With your love, pass and occupy everything.
I am making an infinite neck
To stretch like calm water and canvas
Above the blank laced grapes collaring your face.
Hatching birds into the laps of broken faces,
You burn like a belfry at the hands of tenderness.
Marking, I have gone across
With trembling cats retaining water
The fugitive map of your body.
My mouth went across: a net of fire, trying to catch
something or catch on.
From the night great roots
Fall like a dark sweatervest.
A butterfly silent as a lap of frightened rose
Has come to hear, pressing, the flutter.
Statuesque and naked as a nose
Your eyes fasten, in search of hastened hope.
But the vast digit of pines, rumors the breaking murmurs,
And the slow juice of light camps solitary
In the closing-coyote of your toy-dolls.
In you the canteen sings like a river;
As you desire, send me out
So I may return a bandage of arrows
Fetching back my aim to your waist of fogged nests.
I caucus with said-thirst in the dark river-beds
Until you look like a world, a white hill of colons.
You have deep hours in which the rose flails.
Cool arms of dark fright and a lap of glued shells.
6. Here I Love You
At nine, the snow like a cinema makes new figures.
A plated gavel slips the cargo out of the occasion.
Here I love you.
In the pines disrobing the dark of the winds,
The moon soberly errant as phosphorescent waters,
Days, the same iguanas, go chasing their tails
And each others.
Sometimes I get up early.
Sometimes I get up early.
Where I must put a humidifier to wet my woul
It is black as bark.
Between two motionless gondoliers,
Take yourself between the lips and the voice
As the starting point.
Here I love you--
Clenched in a cape of hurt dog
To learn the sources of sorrow
And roll towards the feet of evening
Erasing statues and coins and mountaintops.