they say that you are bound to resist
the arrow pulls back
from the direction, no sway
over the string
and yet, no path could ever
be reached without such tautness
that resistance
creates who you are
and the eventual place
you will be.
a mood of chocolate
tilts the air
in a picture
i can almost taste
us speeding down the highway's
curves, your gloves gripping
the bars, my arms,
your waist and as the darkness howls
i
brace for an impact that i will never see
more silence and those shoulders
turned away from me
straddling this beck and call
of ours.
she inhabited me like a season
the way the world is transformed in every
breath, sight and sound
she altered me
wholly, so that my steps
were no longer mine
to begin with
their composition
dissolving whenever she
appeared.
through turbulence,
we often feel like last leaves
barely hanging on
the stem of a ligament of branch
the connection, vulnerable and thin
in better light, we see the evergreen
of our forests
the shelter we provide and the frailty
from which we all begin.
crest of feathers
flutters, waves dramatic in the summer breeze, a crown
of amber halos, frames
the sky, akimbo arms, your knees
direct a dress's folds, i wave
and buckle when you notice
me, the light
shines through in places, all
the pieces
you throw
at me, when you smile.
she tells the other students,
be patient
take a deep breath
it will be okay
my phrases, her patting hand
on their shoulder
this is why I am
so mindful
of my tone.
she said that when you are struck
by lightning, it changes
the electricity in your heart
maybe that's why
we quiver in the headlights
every glow a reminder
that one day
we will be stopped.
piano to the sentences
i will not say
i will not say
the indentation of fingers
to keyboard like pressure
in clay
transformed, but intact
strings to the volatility
i will not express
i will not express
the plucking of fingers
on triggers like chords
in a hollow
empty but echoing loud
palms to the bongos, heart's
thumps, pulsing, argues
and muscles
the emotions that earthquake
inside, i
reach in the darkness
contend with the blindfold
fumbling through silence
and expect to find
the instrument
hangs
on a wall somewhere
and voices
what i will not let
speak.