your breast plate is beautiful

your eyes a poem

your fingers are tall cigarettes

your belly omnipotent

your skin is a holy place

of all holy places
that are locked without a key
and like most holy places are
still shake me when I walk across them

bare feet
fist clenched

my soul is heavy

he is carrying an anvil on his back
stretches over it

on the vibrating night street
we take my car to a dance
called everyone and their souls to the dance floor
shake these electric spines
heavy

pretend like they don't know what's happening
fill the room on sweat
and heat
open the doors
let the water fill these streets
cleanse them

let people see what we are doing tonight
pushing our egos on sweat
out from our purple and blue skin
breaking the walls
shattering the bones

dance until there is no such thing as dancing
only us
the black clouds and soft stars

read all that I am
I was nineteen years of broken glass
careful not to touch me

be careful not to let the night know
you are scared of her

careful not to let go for too long
you might not find your way back to your bedroom

know that all we ever had was ourselves
and the people who are not watching the way we move
but the way we hold our rhythm
the way we let our souls be light

of nights beating heart
and eyes that peek through the shadows

of world and people to love it
just to feel the sun

the days gorge themselves on water
and hold back black rain clouds

to breath the warm sky of life
and days that make hands time couldn't read

to look away naps
as we escape them from our dreams

like black
like sorrow
she comes twisting like a grape vine
up legs
to the edge of my finger tips
she is dressed
in a jacket made of skeletons
peering through the rib cage
was a heart
glowing like the tips of so many knives
like so many violent ways
to caress me
drink my blood like holy water
twist my guts like a wet towel
I am staring at her shape
made a hand
opened her jacket like a coffin
so I myself could see
that she has flesh
and blood
and weakness

her heart smelt of rain
I was standing in a forest
letting it pile on top of me
trying to understand its dream like posture
all I did was get wet
all I did was plant flowers
plucked a peach from its tree
it has the same curvature of your back
tried to drink its honey
a bee stung my tongue
it swelled to the size of a tangerine
I couldn't speak
spoke in body language
saw the way your body spoke
articulated its nature
my soul was trying to squeeze its way
into every inch and every corner
just to smell the way your heart smelt
like fresh rain
and flowers

I have a back porch made of sunset's
when the sun sets he leaves behind golden traces
I tired to draw pictures with them
hold its small life
breath its warmth like nothing ever before it
sigh in the relief that there's so much to look forward to
lay in the grass
let the moon wash over me
fill me with its beat
its rhythm
I will dance with it
cry into it like my pillow
she is soft and wet
I have long fingers gentle enough to touch you
I am afraid
still feel like the body of a ghost
let it hold me
show me where god was
dawn creeps over the horizon smiling
its smile was sacred
mother earth knew what she was doing when she made you
just another child
I will stand on my tip-toes and try and touch you
but im scared of what you might think of me when I do
so I won't
if this makes you sad then im sorry
sorry for all the aching hearts
for all the dreams ever planted in the hands of life that never grew
I am sorry for this
if your heart can scream loud enough
maybe theirs will begin to open
close your mouth with me
gently push our egos back into the nights they were created in
find the sleeping giants to tell this to
if god can't hear us
let our hearts beat louder
walk into my bedroom with me
lay upon my bed and place your head on my vibrating rib cage
know that the night loves this
I choked on the songs I tired to sing you
couldn't breath
but I was only ever standing in a hallway
to scared to walk down it

god spoke to me in a dream
he told me
I was a burning tree
a feather in the wind that whispered  
and mumbled
of truth and bewilderment
a sleeping dog
and a black hot sun to scratch his belly