I will argue with you.
We will shout, scream, take
water, breathe, shake, wail, snot, cry
and go again a second time.
And we will be so alive
because we will have tried.
EdgeWhen you open your door
it’s like we’re already on your balcony,
My body stammers like we’re
Hanging off the edge,
Like crumbling concrete is
all that holds us up.
But you’re just silent like sunlight
and sipping on skyline,
Calm as cars rolling round the summer of the city,
And your hair is glowing with the sweetness
of half past three
and I’m only shaken with the feeling
of how much you love me
and only feeling hopeless
trying to brave telling you
- just as often as I feel it -
just how much that I love you
but I just know that you can tell
in the moments that we meet or
on the quiet of the balcony or
when I mumble in my sleep
and I know that I still panic
with a fear like falling fast
but when you kiss me day or night
the fear falls to the past.
WalksWe walk down the river
in the cold in the dark
with a quiet
spark in our step and a
wandering in our eyes,
Skies overcast we're throwing looks
at each other,
And I'm beside myself with feelings when you
sniff the air or breathe deep in the lift,
I'm home away from home
the moment we kiss,
And the second that you're gone
is the minute that you're missed.
FathomIf I could fathom your thoughts,
Sway the mood,
Ride a crest the best half-step
closer I've taken in awhile,
Roll the ripples into waves
of misbehaving tonight, then
seagull witnesses would whistle
under wonderful moonlight.
MeanderYou shoot a look back at me, and
my thoughts meander round
The way your moulded shoulders
slow roll, all low
slung, swung confident
as you can manage,
Your hiding hands trembling like
you feel you've lost your way,
And the quiet in your eyes
of the things you dare not say.
Strangers on TrainsThe train is a cradle,
The engine a lullaby,
The people inside unlikely dreams
in beams of sun
that come and go, and
the squeal of brakes, released
Poem for youYou have a voice
like slipping out of the driveway
late at night,
And hands tiny like twisting the key in the lock
smooth and slow
There's a a surf-roll wave of change in the room
When you pull a smile, it is like
watching the tide slide out
and the sun fall down,
I can hear only our breathing
and I'm shaken but bold
I see nothing but us as we're getting old.
Nike of SamothraceLike in old Greek stories
I can see Victory hanging
one winged over us,
Battered and broken and
along the way
she lost her head
But she's there all the same,
Standing still with robes in full motion
and flowing like the moonlight moves over
cars slipping out of town,
Gliding legs, marble smooth
and not making a sound,
And cold and cracked the Angel
withstands unsteady ground.
Some NightsI still whirl the circles
some nights, and spin
fired rings round Tartarus,
See suffering giants of men
Tears frozen to hot faces,
Pole-axed by paradox
and shuddering many levels lower
than the Hindu mountain make-believe
I'd promised myself we could achieve.
I'm still wreathed in you
some nights, and feel
the peppered smoke around my head,
See myself tiny
in the little hammock-curve of shoulders
watching the flicker of thoughts across
your gentle face,
This was once the way
I could escape that place.
And then comes the morning
and I am born again
and in me it began
and in me it ends.
Hannibal CallWe could matter,
And impose tiny toes
on entire fleets of feet out of
retreat, bring the heat of battle back to burn
the extremities, repeatedly
shake complacency off backs,
Crack-of-dawn and shaking blue fingers
bring the Hannibal call,
Sinew-twist with hair raising spin
of crooked axe,
trip a tank in its tracks
beating heart rhythms on busted shields
we'll see all their fates sealed -
It will cost almost all
for it all to be healed.
Todo contigo, o nada con nadieNadie puede amar como amamos nosotros, nadie sufre como sufrimos nosotros.
Y es precisamente por eso, la sensación de tener todo lo tuyo, y de que tú tengas todo lo mío, lo que me provoca el miedo de sentirme aún más solo, vaciando incluso mi orgullo tan necio.
Y me gusta saber que eres mía, y que puedo buscarte para mirarte de frente; con caricias llenas de incendios; con el mar de mis pensamientos hecho un espacio infinito donde tu alma se funda con la mía.
Dicen que antes de morir ves pasar en un instante los momentos más significativos de tu vida. Intentaré alejar todos esos recuerdos, esos pensamientos, ese dulce sufrimiento, para quedarme solamente contigo, hasta ir perdiendo poco a poco nuestros frágiles corazones.
Pero… de repente… lo entiendo: es inútil, imposible.
Te veré pasar por algún rincón de la ciudad, lejos de mí, de mí vida y de mis recuerdos.
Porque vivo animado y a la vez con
Funny How it Works OutI wanted to be his Sun
Making his bright days
But I became his Moon
Even on the darkest of his nights
you're the only wishing well I've ever believed inOpen your mouth and let me drop coins
plip plip plop
straight down your throat.
I'll press my wishes to your lips
and maybe they'll come true.
MoondanceJust you and I in the garden,
dancing under a full moon.
I see the love in your eyes...
reflected in the moonlight.
It's a marvelous night for us--
just you and I in the moonlight.
Nary a care in the world
as the music plays soft and low.
We twirl and shuffle in the night,
lost in the rapture of each other.
Just you and I, myself and you...
nothing else to care about now.
We dance on past midenight,
not taking notice of the time.
I hold you close and kiss you,
feeling your breath so soft.
It's a night for a moondance,
and the dance continues on.
Come the dawn, we might
still be dancing by ourselves.
Us Against The World...It's us against the world, my dear.
Just you and I in a sea of scorn.
They do not understand our love...
and they can't understand, they hate.
You were meant for me, and I for you.
yet others cannot see it that way.
They don't wan't happiness like us, dear...
but in their hatred lays their own downfall.
It's us against the world, my lover.
Just you and I...that's how it must be.
You never have to worry about me...
I'm there to hold you close, win or lose.
Never forget that our love lets us live.
If they can't see that...then we won't forgive.
It's us against the world, forevermore--
fighting the world for our rightful place here.
love and landmarksyou broke down today,
sketching your fears on
yellowed folds of a blank canvas
charcoal smudges and blood stains
masked by peeling brush strokes.
but what scared me the most
the colors of your fears and dreams
naked and permanent,
before my eyes in watercolor,
etching out your heart.
and I wasn't sure
I wanted your confession.
I poured vodka against
the grain and the pastels
bled into the city streets.
I went home and mapped
the letters of my love with
ink and paper dotted with
salted tears and hollow breath.
and if i had let you lean on me
the same way I've leaned on you,
a million times, maybe, more,
i would have realized
our fears were the same.
I'm building a wall,
burying lost hopes and dreams
inside the bricks and grout
just like china.