Naked Poetry

You Better Love Her. (!) Because if I had the Honor-- The Guts, The color, The Tempo, The Timbre... I’d detonate my fear with an upward motion of my chin I’d guarantee the doubt a lifetime supply of can’t get in, and I’d pedal out to the saddest parts of our stories-and to the very front of my war and inspire change. I would actually USE the wings in my shoulder blades.

I’m so sorry if you felt rushed by me in any way. That was not my intention--I didn’t read you correctly--and misunderstood somewhere along the way. I meant no disrespect. To me, you are actually regal if not a Queen. I hope you can forgive me. Sincerely, Adele

II.

I have seen people

In angel form.

I have seen

Those I cared for

In angel form.

I have felt

in perfection.

I have slept

With nothing but a feather

on my mind

but it was when I heard

Never

That I lost whichever

Calm words lifted

Me last time I felt

The malice of a good heart.

It was when I heard

Never

that I decided

night

was the time for

enormous goodbyes–

for wet signatures

Dripping with cry

You.

You aren’t even yours.

I.

Rectangular heart.

Swift guesses–

I am to die for you.

First things are first.

Next you know things

I will be thanking you.

Or else something–

The quotidian love

Will send me glory.

The quotidian love

Sends me haste.

Spoken in risky form

You’ve said nothing.

Save for great

Scathing footnotes

and your deadbeat praise.

Lies

longer than the exhale

you take when you breathe

In your formulated smoke

I hope I die

of YOUR cancer

So that you will have to live.

I tear at the structure of

Heart-ache

I tear at the hesitance of bees

Before they sting you.

I tear at their death dying sting.

I tear at the hat on the wall.

Mechanistic animals

Paint on lovely stones, the

Wonder that everyone knows

Love thy love thy love thy

Song.

The twenty-four hour song that you are.

Yes, you defeat me. Yes, it is true.

My only intent was to love you Clearly.

Love is the only part of this Plan.

If I am left with nobody in the end

then I must not have been Clear enough.

Love welcomes no secrets

You better answer when it calls for you.

So far you’ve been

so beautiful I’ve

prepared to die

three times.

The first time–

I packed your teal

sweater. I heard

it’s cold

where I’m goin’.

The second time

I left with nothing

But my skin

I know where I’ve

Been why would

I need to be reminded.

The third time I was honest.

I had five words to use and

I chose please

And

Take

And

Care

And

Of

And

Her.

Too bright. Too good. I was there. I felt it. I shook hands with you out of body. Beach first. Moment divided by a second: rebirth. Back on sand. Toes to water - but to tell you my truth sometimes I'm too cold. Back on land in front of your building. No, no, back on sand. Hands behind my mind: your head. My heart. I said something and I hope you heard it. Because when that moon arrives I'll have to go. I have to go.

Cover.

How you pretend we aren’t sex.

that you can’t hear me in numbers

my name is imagery forget the math in this

sin–

there is none–

I am all for the love of you.

We are sex.

ten thousand oceans of it

We are the same tide.

Masters of Sync. Arch. And Moon. You’re the best I’ve never had. I have never let anyone drown me like you do

Your name is

too pretty, 4060 echoes but I just need one

of you

it takes this mad girl

whole,

hole in one and

my name is thirty years ago–

I landed on my toes,

and they didn’t even break–

…that’s how strong you make me.

My rock, you sink me back into

the Right sea.

At night we can trade hearts

and draw ourselves brand new eyes for our hurricanes

we can be violent.

We can unplug metronomes and place them in our

walkie-talkies in our impatiently goodness gracious hands

I am drowning–

while you try to stand.

Don’t

Limit

                  This.

 

 

Write me Letters

while your heart—

 

is Opened.

 

Write me letters in the Open

Hearted

Storm

Yes,

the storm is coming

just hold the Paper down until the right moment comes.

 

Let it go.

and send it Up

 

 

To Me.

If I don’t catch it—

 

Keep trying.

Tell me you need an answer by Sunrise

because that’s the only time you can read it.

 

Tell me to Open my Hands.

To stop holding on

to Nothing.

Don’t Limit This, sincerely,

If I’m Yours

 

I want

 

to Know.

 

 

I am see-through and Empty for your answers. I am Heavy

with your Angles.

I am hoping for your Hands

to find me. Sad you’re Scared and I’ve left the ground

already. Stop

 

Limiting

 

This.

Start watching

my Eyes. No more Screens. They’re just

Transformed Mirrors. Look Through me—I don’t mind, really,

as long as you Flow

right back to me.

But if