In the morning the sun, mountains are temptation.
In the evening moon, rivers are temptation.
In the noon heat, trees are temptation.
In the dead still night, your arms. are distant. curled against your chest.

In the cold air. tires spinning and arms out the pedals catch curb.
Stories like teeth are lost in the gravel.
held together by blood and fingers.


remmember clearly:

I can hear the planks benieth her slippered feat and i turn my head to see.
The sun is below the windows.
I can see your shadows .
the door only comes down to your knees.
the door only opens a sliver.
like your eyes in the setting sun.
we remember a cartoon about Cities of gold and the path of the setting sun.
-_ the last time I saw this light _-
the den full of toys
a sprinker soaking our clothes

distance can stretch the mind. but one day you'll think of me as well.
beauty may scatter and revenge decompose.
i learn to care about other people as leg presses to steel
the seat buckle is hot and our hands are cold.
my rolled sleave brushes your drunk elbow like a spring leaf.
shattered. into pieces what was considered whole.
just look me in the eye and never speak a word; lest we linger on our time
wasted. on our time drenched by dour daily bleach ;..;



~~.~..~ fingers dissolve in ~..~.~~
;;...;; together your knees ;;...;;
;;...;; knuckles bent blind ;;...;;
;;...;; and someone watches ;;...;;
;;...;; eyes that drift out ;;...;;
;;...;; the locked legs eek ;;...;;
..;;;.. simple thought into ..;;;..
..;;;.. moist mouths mounts ..;;;..
..;;;.. rain reaches reason ..;;;..
..;;;.. wrinkle wrye wrists ..;;;..
..;;;.. sleeping solid sand ..;;;..
~~.~..~ ease eave earth eve ~..~.~~


i am alone. here
no one to hear.
a gentle tilted ear.
or branch of mere
desire then care
crease and layer