listening to the acorns falling
clanking on things below
i ponder the constant sounds and the few heard
the dead leaves into which they fall
the sagacious tree from which descend overlooked things
(stepped over)
((crunched into))
the squirrels which scurry, sustained

i let go of the Limb
fell in full hearing
while you were sleeping

future tree

i gathered you in to my little hands
winter coming
storing you in nooks then in my body

small creature

listened as the wind sent you earthward
awake in the night
i heard you


i arise in the morning bursting with erection
i fall asleep priapus pulsing

i need the together-stroke
the eye-swims between humming kisses

my foot sliding across the top of yours
your foot slipping down mine

the tensioning which leads to tightening
the letting go which stops the breath

my hands on the protrusions in the apertures
yours around-upon and under-through

the intromission the intermission the readmission the emission
the rest the always unimaginable rest the New

strings through which runners run
having finished the race
falling in two

chests stretching for it
then it is
done with

the runners are lying on the ground
on the other side
one smiling
the string is gathered up
disposed of

from the pistolpow!
until it is reached
reached for
strived after
panted toward
(maybe even hurtled toward)

focused on then forgotten


between your breasts
my lips taste your heartbeat

your electric fuzz
on my bellybutton

leftward i reach a pinnacle
rightward i reach a pinnacle

i descend into the heights of you
quickened heartbeat
over quickened heartbeat

your perspiration on my forehead


i have rolled tumbled aloft
lightgray heavy
sprinkling megatons of ice gently quietly*
muffling every footstep
erasing every footstep
*harmlessly magnanimously

look out from the comfortable side of your window
collapse into the vision of all the colors of white
put on mittens put on scarf
toboggan on what i rained
flail in the softness, snow angel
look up and imagine yourself flying (the flakes still)

there is a gray circle drilling through
it is the sun
about to bounce on the spectacle

in the weight things bow
in clarified air


sheathed in you
i move justbarely
sixteenth note
upperlip kiss lowerlip lick
half rest
long strokes whole notes
bars and bars of moving music
corpus cavernosum chorus
note crescendo note crescendo
whole rest
i move justslightly

movement movement movement




contemplating bursting on the jagged rocks
so afraid of heights
the edge is receding
my feet sweating
what would my head look like
how would my leg crack sound
how many days before the lump of flesh is found
my hands sweating
there is no rail here no rail
what if the land landslides
fall that should exhilarate
fall that ends
in new

world so small below
so slippery behind
edge that is closer closer
under my heels

i don’t like you edge
my heart


such lips on such hips
rush tips and switch thrusts

i will always feel that first inside-you
i will always know that burst inside-you

between those dreams
our bodies illuminated the midday

gush lusts when kiss pelvises
beneath which drips wish

more sky seeping through the bare branches
less hidden birds
necessary cold inevitably leafless

when the sun fades this far
everything tires

more conspicuous birds
barely break the silence

more sky penetrating
looms less


in the triangular form of our two bodies
there is same stuff as the cores of stars

you rising at my horizon
you zenith i gaze

we shift around into a rectangle
i set on your horizon in visible separations of light

then at other right angles we transcend time
nebulae with hugebrilliant things forming in our singular belly

(icyrocky remnants of us
drifting off into the vastness)


through the vessel of you flows
between lava
and sun

love on the boson
love in the marsquake
love in the roar of the butterfly wingstroke
love around the fingers around the fingers

if you feel the ubiquitous pulse
you have heartbeat

if you have heartbeat
you walk on the earth and make it roll under your feet
if you have feet
you can walk straightfoward
or in curves
and meet yourself over and over

you are the lungs
through which inhales exhales
heaven earth

love in oxygenated blood


underneath your aperture
shined on
i suddenly sense the oneness grip

underneath your rhythmic aperture
i expand outwardupward
beneath your heavy repeated fall

underneath your accelerating aperture
drips bead
my river into your ocean
your ocean into my sky

growing bursting filling
sudden first then your sudden second


people say their gorgeous things and run
i am singing at their occipital protuberances
wholeness at their elbows
the sound bends as they break away

i heard it the trees shook
she told me that my smile makes blue babies breathe
it keeps ricocheting around in my head

into the horizon sink the flashing folks
the darting ones
sinking fully fled

mellifluous i will tell you gorgeous things while you face me
before you expect it
and then i will stand there unfleeing
while trees tremble


what if while undrunk
we felt that we-know-what
with the lights wholly on
we bounced here and there
what if we spoke while we moved
who would our selves be
without those shields over ribcages over hearts

what if while unstoned
we gazed on the epidermises of each other
hearing the veinlets woosh underneath

what if we unlearned who we are (even i even you)
gazed amazed again
forgetting what-ifs)


sled on the ice before it melts away
run up the hill over and over
and in between laugh with the earth under the snow
as you descend ascendingly

stand on the beaches whereat ocean waves lap
build castles in the sand or dolphins
before there are tides there that do not recede
dive outwardly into that enormous loving moving body
before you have to escape inland from its fury

speak with trees they know all
they watch you when you’re holding hands and exhale contently
they laugh when you ignore them in the winter
they tingle when you climb them
(not words not words emanations)
speak with them before the blasts disleaf them
before we leave on ships or in death

gaia is withdrawing her spirit now
but not her love
open up and yawp on the hilltop
while it is still a pinnacle


so now we lie in various fluids
our bodies still twitching with aftershocks
positioned in reposeful pose
where they expired in pure ecstasy
happy limpness all around
every pore open and listening
smiles on faces
and behind them our brains lit up

then one falls asleep then another
there is no pain or poverty or war
only an unundoable cord

this is where we’re going
this is the glimpse of that Return
whether we reach for it or not
repose open listening repose