Naked Poetry

Ginesthoi

Let it be done

the way

A kiss shocks the body.

Let it be done the way

Alchemical

the young bloke holds me

True to score ad makes

me laugh as though i werent

war

blanket to the body

Healer of all touch.

let it be done, I say

As I watched Coconut seed become palm tree

It came to me in a math problem.

Thought

the storm was shining

Only to find out my eyes were blue.

True, grey has it's strengths,

But blue will in all ways be my most coveted color.

I don't mind

that it's covered me up all of these years,

I don't mind

that it takes up

The entire sky

I don't mind

That it turns purple

When it sees red

I don't mind

That it's true.

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I don’t know about you but when I drink flowers I feel relaxed.

Because if I were a Flower, you’d find my floating in

Every stream! I like too many things. And I feel too fast…and I fall in

love sideways—and  can never find my way out.

Yesterday you asked me if there was anything I could

not live without having--- I did not know how I wanted to answer

that. But I know now. But I know how! It is My Sweet Dreams Tea.

It doesn’t work, but it’s warm and makes me rot in all the right places.

One night I was so tired I woke up with water in my mouth!

I had forgotten to swallow it. Like the tiny melodies we were born with.

Lift those words, god dammit! I need to see them at eye level.

It is the only way. I don’t want no time for nostalgia—I want to be so

busy my body starts crumbling. Sounding—like the tiny

Melodies we were born with. Wrap me up in them.

I can keep a broken promise if you swear you’ll tell my secret.

But

I woke up with you on my lips. So I spoke you.

You were on fire when I saw you. So I ran after you so I

could join you in flames and place a ring on your finger so

we could finally dematerialize in love. Yes, no, truly. Hello,

I’m here. Hello I love you. You told me a few promises I must

provide, right before we left you said: “ Speak to me clearly.

You must kiss me solid – and pull the wind right out of me. One

picture must be taken each year. It will be on Christmas. Not because

of anybody’s birth but because you look best on Christmas morning.

You look better every day. You must promise to follow me even if we

become unconscious, I will promise you we will be right back.

You must read me to sleep each night, the beautiful things, even if

you only thought them once.

     If you and I could have kids together we’d be in charge of Angels;

which would make us archangels, which would make you mine.

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To go nowhere all dressed up --

That's what this feels like. Probably not,

It will not be. okay that's,

Enough. I've got magic to solve!

To dance with you I'm not so sure

Can I

Go home

To you now?

Never, never. Nevertheless,

You are strong enough to keep this. This is YOUR secret. I can't be your SECRETary anymore. I don't mean that, I don't mean that, but you are very much too pretty. Must stop my watch. Must stop our seconds. It's too bad because this must have been brutal. This bruise is a bookstore. Your mind is not the issue. I'm so sorry and you're so very beautiful. I'm so sorry and you're so very beautiful.

I'll be going now. Hurts to know me. Going now because.

It's over. Over and over the way  Rimbaud taught me to see the shapes in other people's feelings, to take the better route, 4060 along Highway great GOODNESS, I love this! How ABOUT that, I love it! I love this I love the SPIRIT of the palm trees and the hit of the coconuts the parking lot tr

I love what I see.

A pink sky interrupted by

A pink hues

Pink blinks

A rainbow

Stunning overhead

I run to keep

My tears in tact

To keep them inside

Maybe later

Must keep going

Must keep breathing

Don't go faster

Keep believing

You love what you see.

You love what you see.

You love what you see. I try and convince myself

mile four euphoria setting in and even through my stinging skin my whole thought for the rest of the night would be:

"I love what I see."

How do you spell God?

 

 

One summer I tried.

Sat on a three foot tree stump

Grabbed a hammer and nailed my femurs down.

Quickly forgot my fitzpatrick skin type. Got

Lost in the red rivers of my sins. What sins?

I’m not a problem... I am problematic. No. I am a problem. No.

None of these will do. Help me winnow this down, shall you? Maybe. Okay, here it will be:

 

“It’s simple; I’m complicated.”, I say.

In walks my good friend Cal, “We all have complications, Addie,”

“But Calvin, you’re so Klein! Your name is wrapped around angels!”

“Relax,” he says, “They’re just bones.”

He looks down at my femurs. I don’t say sorry. I do not shrug. I just ask him if he can solve me. To which he responds,

“Yes, easy. Become the number zero.”

She spends her time dreaming of the space in between people. If it is something real she can keep track of. As if it were the seventh wonder of the world, now, is it? She is getting sick again. She knows this because she has been happy for too long. There is karma in her throat. Pardon the way it scratches. She tells herself to keep quiet, to remain lost, and speak her easiest.

I doubt the Nile river says

Excuse me

When it splits you into two

Like a Montessori cube

Did you know you were only

Primary colors?

Did you know I had to stop

Playing the violin because

I shook

Too much

Blame it on the medication

Blame it on my genes

Blame it on cupid

Or perfect misery

Pinpoint my pinafore

Roll your rugs up tight

Locate the metaphor

Before I lose my fight.

Let me tell you a story

Let me tell you the story

You see,

He,

His choice of exercise was lifting

The sea, Yes,

He has mastered the art of defiance

His muscles at ease

He must be one of the hundreds

Who have not one disease

He’s my roaring shelter

To me he brings no harm

Just sea salt and

A mermaid’s voice

Of which to cherish

And to match my violin

Strings to, to whom all my regards

Are sent to

 

He is my whisper.

 

As loud as he is soft.

 

He is my  son

And he protects me

He is my sun and

He surrounds me

Because he knows

What I did for nine months and

Every day since then

He knows I would protect him –

Even if it meant my life no longer.

My breath is his no argument

My love, it stands on its own.

As for my treasure

She is still sleeping

So please be soft, be soft.