The First Easy Breath- 2019 Poems

The Resurrected Doe

I love you

I miss you

Tell me anything.

I lie here a skeleton, the clever thread of a spiderweb has made architecture out of these bones and I am amused at the thought.

Flesh has rid itself of me but the brilliant glow of a sunrise is all I can imagine.

And it has the warmth of angels reaching out from it to kiss this carcass into the perpetual motion of waking.

As if dawn brought something innovative to revive the mongrel soul.

Yet still I drift toward it

A continental shift as the weight of my fears an anchor heavy enough to jarr such vast masses into unhooking from fond embraces.

A cold separation to now be surrounded by the structureless that one could not even roll in their hand like a penny.

Yet I lay swallowed beside it

Give me form and give me flight oh quiet ghost that prevails the earth

Kiss me tenderly and leave no trace

Take your time keeping my company

For in the folds of you I find a gentler beast sheltered inside

It is the pearl bearer that seeks to adorn me with such elegance

And the flower weaver sewing grace upon grace into the reeds I should be crowned with.

If only such a reality could be viewed from binoculars as if with manifested breath

But as I rise from my bed of luxury the notion of such is drunk by the swirling parched mouth of gravity.

And with it arises the dominant shadow of man

forging tools with the frail crisp snap of those he once persuaded into love

The unethical hunter

Placing monetary value on the skin of his fresh kills whilst tossing it to the wind the moment a strong enough breeze passes by.

We are all willfully hoping to dress ourselves once more in the garments thieved from us

Rushing to retrieve right into the nest of another's open arms and pyrite promises.

My god save us from our cycles.

Is the whispered prayer of earthly bodies under blankets hoping to find something precious in their volume.

Masquerading safety, holding onto the covered moments while we can, believing they birth intimacy like a gas fire.

When really we just want to matter.

I just want to matter.

I love you

I miss you

Tell me anything

And It'll stick like a Velcro ball

To the little patch of hope secured by my faithful lovers

Ardently tending this diseased soil

They are the angels reaching out to kiss

The dawn fervently attempting to revive the mongrel soul

Clothing me in significance while

Patiently regenerating all I've squandered of who I am.