the way this goes

there is no training camp
for love like romances
for heart quakes and heart aches
how to stop and go-on demand on and off course
read my face and tell me,tell me its not a face that longs for you.
i have waited.and i have ached.
for the wrong ones,and then the right,and whose to say you or you or you have ever loved me
each flaw
each misake
unconditionally?
insane.

oh the forest of my feelings,

my sweet sweet love,my moonchild mystery.

barefoot -branches pushing deep

into your skin.

moonbeam boy,i was: 

tree bark shoes and bug soup

you were consuming. you mammoth heed.

the days

long with the sun 

beating down -upon our baby shoulders

we look so new with our brown skin

I was looking -into the river at my reflection

crying for the pale

you were kissing me on my forehead

and then we began to speak of potions

our collections,our hauntings,our burned up memories

Dear moonchild,

How has our hair grown to be this long?

the very length of the daisy chains

we made the summer everything changed.

on tuesday: you are sleeping

by a lonely fire

and i am sailing,days and nights,and i was waiting:

for just one more moment

of time.

you fragment

you freak.