Synchronous Bloom

​Your body

Is my pilgrimage 

Of worship

 

A place

Where my hands reach to

Offer absolutions

 

I use my silvery tongue

To get you around the bend

And tell you that your flesh 

 

Blesses mine, with a stain

That’s more than just skin deep

 

So I press my heart against yours

Waiting for the two drums

To beat as one

 

I press my mouth against yours

And eat the words 

That died upon your lips

 

My mouth traces

Every inch of your skin and bones

Until my hunger is satiated

 

A sliver of the midnight moon

Bathes us while we

Tangle ourselves deeper into one another

 

Every heavy breath, a sonnet

Every bite, an ode

Every moan, those three tired words

 

The air is heavy

With the scent of old perfume

While our two bodies talk

 

The burden on my hands, absolves

The stars in the sky, dissolves

And the argument our bodies have, resolves

As we bloom synchronously

Away Away She Flies

Away away she flies

Atop the ship’s mast

Singing away her sorrow

Her words lost in the wind

 

Her tears glisten

In the moonlight

Her heart years

For her motherland

 

Waves crash upon the shore

Bathing the rocks with foam

A gale of wind, from the west

Blows away a young man’s hat

 

She keeps an eye upon the horizon

A single cloud adorns it

The smell of sea salt,

And fishes fresh

 

The ship sails away

But she has eyes only for one

She searches but sees naught

She longs for him

 

Tears adorn her face

Her spirit remains maimed

But her eyes shine brighter

Than any star ever would

 

Humming deeply

She turns her back against the shore

Her tiny hands, clap softly

To the rhythm of the sea

 

Away away she flies

Atop the ship’s mast

Singing away her spirit

Her words carried by the wind