Divinity,

Un
-abridged.

I was blessed to lay

with a body in transition,
time standing still
by your American smile.

We watched ourselves unfold,
as we spat in each other’s eyes
and let blindfolded birds fly
from the branches that held us together.

We drove to the airport, humming electric through the eye of our soft storm.

    I want to smother you
in light
and in love ,
to hold you
and kiss you
   forever.

I just want
to tell you . .
.
about my day
.

I just want to know,
who you’ll be

in May
.

I just want to hear
about your self

-combusting
hay .

And
,
you were
never mine
.

So
,
I was
never yours
.

But,

then we were
ours
.

Divinity
.

You slept with your earplugs in.

I held you in your sleep,
- unafraid.
Unafraid, of our warmth,
and unafraid, that you were bound to fly away.

No photos to freeze this feeling, but I see it better still:
Our bed, a canvas unmade.
Our love, fleeting in permanence.
Our light, etched by fading memory.

We felt each other float
through the gravity
of our soft presence,
dreaming of who we’d never be.

I saw myself there too:
Ignoring the calls of morning birds,
plumage dripping in saturated dreams.
Thai feathers sketched by ink
much less stark than the stoic songs of blackbirds.

Singing along with tantric lizards,
sweating softly with each and everyday.
Spritzing lemongrass,
doing our best to keep prophetic snakes at bay.

Divinity, abridged

I was blessed to lay

with a body in transition,
time standing still
by your American smile.

We watched ourselves unfold,

I drew a million birds and feathers
to remind myself to let go.

Time to wash the sheets,
I suppose.

Divinity,

Un -abridged.

Divinity, abridged

Un
-abridged.