Stars, your dance.

Stars, your dance I have watched
through lens, through my eyes,
with science and mysticism entwined.
And, still I fear there is some secret
not in your temperature, not in your size,
but in your plutonium heart and diamond veins.
If I ventured a guess in my mortal way,
you know man too well to speak his name,
for fear the speaking will change his fate
- it is not his fate you made,
but the one written in the book you read.

Hearing Your Words

Silver tongue and the runes
written in your smile
saying everything I've ever
wanted to hear.
How could I not love you?

Wax of My Wings

With solitude, your hermitage

a place like a prison, small.

I stood in it, sat in its tree-like boughs,

and dreamt a different future than this.

You were safe enough for me

not to try until my wings grew back.

I was a colder version of a phoenix,

no fire shot from my fingertips,

I had gone cold, but still I rose.

Now, in this unforeseen universe

I shape the wax of my wings on my own.

Fall Trees

The new red of fall trees
beginning to change here
for a week or more it's
been obvious they were
going dormant like hermits.
Sleep dendrite watchers,
now the stars in their longer
visits will watch us, chronicle
our foibles, success and
keep us safe with their glow.
These impassive eyes of nature
know the intimacy of our souls.

Breaking My Own Rules

And now my chest smells of his cum,
and my hand smells of his taint,
and he's gone home to sleep alone,
letting other people dictate how he feels,
how he should live a life of fear.

I know I should leave him alone.
I know I shouldn’t let him fall in that seductive way.
But, I won't, and it's a very simple why.
I could love him if he would let me.
I've said that many times before.

He won't go, and if he doesn't go,
maybe he'll be mine.

I could love him if he would love me.
Tell me that secret, whisper in my ear that I am not alone -
that I am not the only one feeling all this emotion.

I could love him if he would let me.
But, love seems to be some fleeting thing.
I have found it under rocks, in streams,
everywhere slowly flitting away.
It cannot be held, it is quicksilver.
It is the alchemical element that was never tested.
I could love him if he'd let me.

Your Secret Name

I wish now I could feel more numb
and forget how gentle feels again.
You awoke a sensation I didn’t know
had not died along with past things,
relationships, failed enterprises.
I fear your downfall, the Tower
you represent. Babel must be
your secret name. When you
are gone, I will be speaking
in tongues, dreaming in some
unknown universe.

You're Half The Man I Was

I believe I could be made of dreams
and you're half the man I was when
I was your age trying to become
everything I thought I wanted, now
I know it's better to believe than
to have anything you've wished for.
I haven't seen the movie you were making
back when we talked every day.
But, I'm sure it was good.
Sometimes I think this heart
was made to regret the best of times.
And, I want things that no one could make
despite all attempts to reclaim our
innocence we've only found some
new ways to hurt.