Circumferance

I opened the cardbox package she sent
a jack in the box after five years of severance
and the past
tumbled onto my pretty morning
 dubiousness spilled on the care-free
giddy-making
 my reconnaissance of memories
wished buried
held too strong to sweep off with
mindlessness and absolution grace

Was it an omen, an evil eye, a reminder or
an amulet to hold optioning the future
endeavors?

Labels, schedule and location
search's topography and the dam
held

Mile 23

Everything hurts
lungs can't inflate
with end in sight
air is thick
and legs are lead
I am spent-
the end of
another school year

Reclamation paean

Open the malachite box
where your past is buried
the lock is worn out
from dragging it everywhere
it is inside you so
dare to abandon it
Victory
is perishing
without
regret

Touch

Lying on top of you,
sideways,
next to you,
under you,
away from you,
every possible way
that touching
quivers this old
skin
endlessly rippling
well waters
that almost dried brakish
but for the coin wish
entering them
one
last
time

A charter

Black notebook, a memory bound
to past and poised for the future
quilting wishes, wants and fears
in to a cover for loving
domesticity
if nothing more but
a token,
for commitment
was already
sealed

Madly

From friction to flame
from ice to torrent
from want to satiety
from barren to seeding
from death to living

As if love is not but
divine madness
transforming
and you
were the bandit
of time spanning the arc
 arriving now

Abundance

It is on that pillow-ey gray,
 a cotton candy of our age

that old dreams are slumbering

only to sprout uncensored and intrepid

when I see your working boots

next to my galoshes,

your shiny big truck parked 

ahead of my coltish car in the driveway

your thick socks mixed with my lace underwear in the laundry,

and I wake up and I am not dreaming anymore

Seducing

I belong to the watermelon club
of certain seven year-olds
with jet black hair and grand designs
scratching that smell sticker is the password

I inhale the faint scent left on your pillow
soap and lavender and stolen tobacco drags
silky aristocratic skin disguised as laborer's roughness
the memory of your touch is my key to the house of magic

I smile on screens and mirrors too
a wide grin unfettered by dental tragedies
 flooding with light my eyes long resigned to
 darkness of happiness relinquished

I sleep without clothes and enveloping covers
for I relish the freedom of being
the magnet of such warmth without poles
to pull me under or against

I dance lightly along options and tasks and chores
and  all along  I imagine driving my fingers deep into your brain
ripping open your rib cage and  biting off your jugular vein
that braids that slender neck of yours

This fire is green and lustrous and sly
the seduction is madly disorienting
I am losing feathers off wings for homing
is no more the destination, soaring is the prize

A circle, closing

Came full-circle, a trek
so long
I thought I was lost
for good
Only I am beginning
 another one
around the moon
I spin,
my orbit
particled
of common
addiction threads,
deficits
equaling
positive
eternal