As the fingers caress
new leaves sprout out of the eyes
weeping the sunlight,
garnishing - with the greenish glow.
The mouth - wet with the shadows - turn into a cave,
the Oak tree billowing out
its twigs painting itself over the forehead
of the rising sun.
The bough trembles
like lips - smiling - on the sad faces
twisted and locked, probing empty spaces
to burrow in,
to lit up and burn - the bodies - into ashes.
The heart an iceberg
floating to break
its tip visible like a bloody nose
making love an exercise
in psychoanalysis believing
the sum total of the bodies - the anatomy - would bare the soul
Many loves bubble in the heart
new chasing old – as would one predator
another – from its territory.
The rivers binge on civilization,
slurping the periodic table whole,
like memories with regrets turn into bogs.
The plants poison themselves
protecting from a herd
of gluttonous goats – chewing the gut away.
The blood caking their beards crimson stalactites stabbed into
the breast of eternity spilling time drop-by-drop.
The horns – long unused – bob
into existence as a swan song sweetening
A flock of herons – white on garrulous green
crumpled like balls
of my many incomplete letters
lying in the corner of the weekly routine and schedule.
The frenzy of sunlight warming a cold summer
configuring the body into an arrangement of feelings
moving and yet still
like one of a blind person’s
housing the world within inhabiting everywhere.