If I Die
If I die before I wake
lay my dreams into the river
let my family weep and cry
be still your living shivers.
A bird of red foretold those news
and I refused to listen.
Forgotten nature bleeds for me,
my hands are raw -they glisten.
My mind had passed on years before
lost in a pale grey haze.
If I die before I wake
then give the world my soul to take.
If I die before I wake
then pray I sleep forever.
Time I
There is not a moment in time
where passion does not consume
bated, still and silent lulls
are echoes I cannot resume.
My heart constricts,
I bleed, I blink.
I think this love is poison
but it tastes sweet
and how do I greet it
with anything else
but love in return.
Time II
I pretend that time’s an ocean
something constantly in motion
and I fill with deep devotion,
deeper, deeper, than the sea.
You may feel it slip beside you
seconds are now stained blue
life is constant yet mortals die too
There are some truths that cannot be.
Fresh Laundry
Detergent is the smell of love:
Worn in shirts that embrace like phantom lovers hands
That hug the body tight with warmth, with life, in a way that silk never can
Bodies sealed close enough like the folds of envelopes
Close enough to become wrapped in the waft of laundry
Sweaty like the dew on leaves and tender like spring dawns.
