The kitchen empty and cool
The bed slept in The back porch
Always an option As our tongues touch
The song made me vulnerable for you
I’m the wind flying cryptic
The night between us is long and heated
Begging for more pleasure

We let the nights be stronger than us
Hills brushed with scarlet petals
Tickled by the wind’s hunger
I just put my mug in the sink
Seedlings sprout where they never
Sprouted before How far until
The right road reveals itself

Necessary wandering
Loosen like an old bouquet
Like water falling over stones
Jump into my palm
Like an invisible grasshopper
All the eyes merge into one blue eye
As the cattle whisper home

Doorway you stand inside of
Listen until there’s nothing left to hear
Autumn stars untie the restlessness
Of my uninterrupted bloom
Now the ocean now the river
The sudden purple’s psychedelic glow
Electric depth of the cosmos

The turmoil of songs about society
Where this trail of words leads
One bead after another
Moving between the fingers
Settling into an imperfect circle
This must be another door we found without
Realizing we were seeking a new door

Each moment renders its iridescent
Full moon Spirit from a spirit from a spirit
The past laughs upward
Trees can see directly above
And directly below this musical moment
The woman I dreamed myself to be
Even the wind knows better

Howls like a damned saint touching rose petals
After a large movement of clouds
I long to spiral with you Orgasmic pulse
But then our doors feel so far from each other
The ache of distance Listening is the blossom
The becoming of October Slender stripes of
Light broken by the shadows of our bodies

We watch sunlight transform
Like stone fruit on a tree branch
I just put my plate in the sink
I woke up thinking nothing revolutionary
I woke up thinking about blackberries
What songs will find us this evening
Dreaming is just elaboration

All colors without a sense of logic
All the fucking in our hybrid rhythm
Until we become each other’s
Eyes and ears and mouths
Fire begs to be born when I say your name
For the first time in the morning
And you say my name back

Skin of the moment
We go into the back corners together
Just to find each other again
I still remember that version of you
Tongue and flame and roar
Younger and more restless nights
Just about to fall apart again

Here and now licks the darkness
Showing up on fire Finally
Jagged words ripple out Strawberry breakfast
In the psychic haze Completely unexpected
Baby hummingbird drinking from
Yellow flowers swaying on long vines
In the autumn breeze The sky becomes

Smoky blue The night goes on
We are held by the inventive grip
Of our fantasy The vibrations of stars
In this psychedelic swirl
Music makes the room warm
We could sit down on the peaceful rug
Forget the darkness outside the windows

Lucky shadows
Kneaded by autumn’s hands
TV screen empty
Under the heat we know
Examples of how the honey flows
Before and after laughter
Slow with absolute thickness

How do we get to the feeling of finality
Satisfied with this unraveling season
At least birds make the scenery real
Feathers lodged in the grass become
Brilliant points Here I see
A secret shade of blaze in your eyes
Like you’re climbing a hidden mountain

Don’t forget I have
A hidden mountain of my own
Night of restless ripples
Night of rough tongues
We get up the trail together
In this earth-wild weather
Our hands speak

Their own intuitive language
And then my laughter is green
And your laughter is red
A Texas bubble rises
Like a sphere of
All my memories prismatic
A stream of my breath

Blows it along
Can I say the pen is done here
You are always a few steps
Behind but always holding
The stem of something
Brilliant you found
In petal-bright sunshine

The pen is never done
A deep aroma of freedom
Just before a song we both love
Enters the room
Now we have to crack open our love
Now we have to taste the juice of our love
The secret ingredient inside love

As a bird chirps quickly
Flying across the blue
We know is there
Our eyes bursting heavy-bright
Like autumn yellow sunflowers
We find blooms in other places
The knees the forearms the thighs

The ankles the neck the chest
Your tongue a special flower
My tongue a special flower
What our flowers might look like
In a moonlit floral orgy
As I stand and watch you
Pretend to sleep in bed

I tug your arm and say
Get up get up get up
You tug my arm and say
Get in get in get in
A lilac butterfly floats
Through our consciousness
Saying get it get it get it