16.12.18

It may have been in Bucharest when we met
or some other city further from enough
where we could still ourselves at dawn 
while the carelessness held over

I spoke of one word and
you became of my mind
the way North

I did not need to know
when I woke up to
the quietness exposed

That you would feed me hope chocolate carryons 
love that lengthened every moment

Even though you were mine
I never wondered why
we had to climb these valleys 
with such distance

Off to strengthen 
where one could meet
you left me a dare to plan 
a hesitance of knowing that through my arrival
you would be what mattered indefinitely 

*


Only through these heartened lovers
these darkened covers
did you catch my heart on a whim

With another slight of the wind 
I could have carried off
surprising the moon again

HS
You were dreamt on earth that bears carried
the promise of moisture an adornment that
illusionary apprehension that pulls you in

But when attraction swayed
you escaped uncovered
back to the West winds

Where the dust settles we hitch ourselves
Where the clay is red stumbled mud we land

I feel careless when I stroll through your distant lives

Where you grew up free I drew epiphanies from the soil
adding flesh to expand on
nations I knew nothing of

I flew with a starlings instinct
and out of our dream
I settled here, upon clouds instead  

HS

12.12.18

breathen child
believing the flight to my heart exists without, waiting patiently, we recall
blue destined, an obligation, in the light the surface casts, narratives that echo relation

here in heavens length, i recall instead your absence. an expanse of delay an overcast thunderhead
indifference; you are now the horizon.

this shadowing reminds me of our last descent.
you’ll remember what you want.

the shades of breathe gripe in their rivalry - where the heart pretends to find refuge
an escape through hideaways, poised for dusky days when the reflection is memorized in grey

i lead myself in before i cloud his name.

these uncoordinated chords of
irrationality could never seperate the current from this becoming. an existence to anticipate
an extraction of origin or iron - those times i am curious
years that have evolved into my missing reason.

what pursues me is the infinite depth of our shelter.
home obscured into nature - a spirit of backbone - an element one can still recollect
an essence of sensation sight taste smell of sense carrying on
taking me into a point in time where memories have been buried under their own

beginning this widening isn't the creation of us but a branching of the tree

here we find ourselves and doubt our own -
bewilderment at the wonder
our aim in ambition unknown
an objective enlivening of intention

identity will always chase the sea

HS

8.12.18

here i lay down my throat and swallow whole time
i was just wondering if you have any other questions as my soul will brilliantly wrap itself in your song

*

29.11.18

i am the carrier of
grace painted seas - curves
rivers under lace
blankets in the dryer
trees in tissue paper
overarching earth
warmth of fire
masses of desire
in an etch a sketch of
color coded dots and lines
representing wishes
i keep under
standing by the flames
while we wonder

HS

22.10.18

you, sand carved - sea salt washed face in your hands - dug into my past as well as the sky is memorilized

my breathy self you swallow whole I drift inland where I have left out how this weakness is the language we don't speak - initiator

you, assailant - have trespassed on the thrones of my heart

and yes... you weaken my knees
and yes... I swim on your fingertips

so stay between the sheets - sea tangle your way in

catch your breath - listen as the air is unearthed
and lay here transoceanic with me

-

strengthen the difference in holding your head like you do hesitate in saying the right thing so to make clear the shape of what Love is - mystify - where I am delicate as I only come out after bathing in moondust star sugar heartbeats I heard a hundred years past our time -

HS

3.9.18

you're
worth
keeping
secrets
weaving
years
for

HS

10.8.18

what was once
a groundswell
has now become
a sea change

--

HS

5.8.18

An opera had been sung on the heels of Morpheus
planting a barren understanding in autonomy with the distance

another auric culture of historic code
a pilgrimage that may be considered illegitimate

she swears she will only wear animal skins from now on
the flesh of wisdom thickening her body her face

long journeys followed by legends still humming
a night - in vision it is never wise to explain unintelligible dreams

i had to have meaning but all you would say was that we ought to measure
these seams keeping us from the other

what frightened you or did you simply suffer nightmares - waking cold
understandably delusional
with divinity - spirits
that named themselves after you - calling

t.b.c

HS

31.7.18

magnetically

elfishly

energetically

devil-try it

all aim to be the flame : the binding of our strengths

it isn't easy being pulled from a direction you have no sense of
no i would say its rather hard being told you will not answer merely when i look your way

here purpose is far from our truth
with not a single salute in sight

so i shall raise my flag
and bow in objection
this heart has flown

oh, child of the wind

silence our discontent
quiet your unrest

our spirits were not placed here to be free from intent

but this: an intrusion
an awakening:
a desire to bring forth gods gift
blessed by the
skin: the eyes
an undone end to what someone once thought was the light

no this i will not call a story
nor a tale of another ending
it is a breath, a hand
with what's left

upswing -

until the end

*

lovers
wonder
always leaving me
breathless in the way that you bend

HS
this glance is just a sighing passed through confidentially the thunder of sacredness admitting sans composure - my glass exterior concerning only the light of gravity

please play me the oceanic form of how you cradle in the heart of - bewildered by dismay close mouthed like another far flung lullaby - until we sing again of starshine - moans of sweeping boundlessly - as salty as the sea I'll continue to sing quietly


indescribably
dreamy
this way
of being

incandescently
fallacy
the story
you played me

HS

24.7.18

if you believe in a brilliance
beyond all matter
as such you once did
cradling me to become
rousing quietly; to glide your spine
I rode you like the king you are
and still my horses fell
backs broken from the weight you bear
serenading a conveyance
down across this thick forestry
a landscape I no longer recognize
as such so it is
the flames have reached the mountainside
reminding me you were always the way in
and still; the hope of succeeding -
only a slab of earth
the radius of her torso
enough to hold one
letting go of the other
would remain

HS

22.7.18

on my breast
lies an imprint
of the names
given by god
coppered faces
aged by ambition
an inclination of love
bent upon weakness
a victory of performance
an exploited triumph

*

on my belly
i stay ahold
afloat for
only a moment
more


HS

29.6.18

i found you
in a morning dream
dawning near
the dayspring
not afraid
of change

like I have been;
lacking language

with wings
delicate
sweeter than you'd say
would tell me my
honey why do you
look in my windows
when i sing of earlier days

step over these mountain peaks
for i know now the house i sleep in
is a myth that will fall down
the voice of light
has sailed
the moon imagined

sky has given way

and even though i am at his feet
i will always be your stem
your seeds

you are the dust of stars
valley of breath
soft as the wind
mouths weaving ahead

i love you

your expedition
your inhale
the light
as i spiral and bend
you; lead

your destiny; this divinity
pivot upon direction
curve; unsuspend

HS

24.6.18

this life is a moment away
with your name
in heavens way

here; we serenade

absently
you have taken my time

leaving hands limited
by becoming nightfall
guiding us through
after hour dreams
holding you; I pretend we share distance

not this idea
of asking questions
so many questions
as to why I act the way I do
ignoring this other name sent in by rainfall
held by what stays out - ahead

there's so much time left but not enough of
you daring my thoughts
drifting through my structure
serenity in the flash of light day-time
stay on my face
stay heavenly safe - in echoes
a mode of forgetting
we can always take tomorrow
starshine come home come home
all you need is what has been
buried here

come back my way
climb the cliffs side

I rise in love as much as I can
yet I stumble every time I'm at your side
get down get down on the edge of the night
shine through these petals
glisten me optionless
faith-less fuchsias
meaningless distance

what would you do if I told you I am your sea
you are my summit
listen to us become
deep sun
sup-er-son-ic-a shock the body
the art of accepting
or instead finding
you in my morning coffee
cold drops of your
moon-song

reach up; teach me everything you know
color me jade
so that the seaside may navigate
this salt worn body
and find me in
the sands
wild

with remembrance
of who we came
here to be

HS

22.6.18

what keeps
you alive
but the
taste of
my skin

an evenings coloring
a nightly shade

a study of the past

a hint at what was
and will never be

what keeps
you from breathing
but the
scent of
honeysuckle
on my lips

a fresh blossom
an opening; longing

a bare back in the breeze

an omen of what is
and will remain
secret;
hereafter
endless

HS

10.5.18

you tremble
under the belief
that there is love somewhere
in these bones
somewhere in this body
lies courage
enough to plant fields
of disposition
of buttercups
of anticipation
for the holiness that 
you once thought 
was holier than you
could be found 
devoted
beneath
the pull
her roots

HS

8.5.18

attempting to recollect the multitude of shelving
that came between us
floored fluorescent faces by ages designed to be ageless and instead we are counting our selves backwards like the look you've given me every time we find a way yet never partake

love carried - of reason
pesky knots of denial
desire gracefully misplaced

I would love to give you understanding
Insight
In-site
In-this-sight
In-his-eyes
In memories - we choose to not see
In stories we can not read

our love has been like a crater of clouds
i can not get my stance on
intangible one

they say God speaks to us through the trees
and yet all I hear is a voice beckoning me beyond birthing my body the sea
as I may never hear you speak
it is not God I want but
You
then again maybe you are the face of this so-called Godliness
hidden in the attributes of every day neglected lives
left home without their ties instead lit - fire
without a shadow to oversee the every making move of what I so wish
fingertips - smoky one
I know yours are lifted paper-thin
coddling this idea of secrecy
each moment writing out the stories we refuse to say out loud
so that the other may hear our vulnerabilities our weakness this so called veil i have to always keep hidden named by the truth named by the song of your story named by mystification an indistinct knowing that this is disguise at its finest -

-

what a story
it has been 
between you and i 
a tale of sculptures - overcast
carved out of masonry 
from another course of action 

they say love is life 
and yet my heart should not feel this way
how can love be incomplete
when a force is all it has taken
and you have never handed 
an ounce of assumption
rather than this disbelief
i could have taken a moment to honor myself 
and yet i took the chance instead
you have said too many times 
nevermind the heart shhh quiet your mind
you have known this loss before
and abandonment being the name of your game
what placed you here 
but the beginning of your power
undertaking a decision to rise
rather than rest
have you - sweet one
decided yet?
it is not i you are seeking 
it is the source of wisdom whereas we lie
it is when you place your hands down 
that you feel her mountains rise
when you stand on two feet
i buckle only to complete
a once despondent story 
now held high 
in a glorified tone of speech

it is not i you are seeking
it is the sun in your eyes
it is the heart that will find
we continue to carry 
each others step
as if nothing could ever come of us - 
in fury 
sweetness

HS

11.4.18

in understanding the juxtaposed
puzzle we are standing in
with misplaced feet and hands that
hardly meet the others hearts
we no longer feel what we once did
lets face it
the awkward tone of being less than
as we question these days
there is no longer a supply;
an abundance of foundation
whittled by the hands of his son instead
miraculously engrained
by teeth I only remember - taste barely there
it is no longer what it once was
can you face it

i am no longer what i once was
can you feel it

HS

1.4.18

love, you have found me at my furthest

at a time when my heart had not aligned

where the grass grows thicker

than the lines on your chest

where the stillness of your breath

had never come to exist


love, I would place my heart next to yours

had I, the slightest brilliance


HS

30.3.18

More than a handful -
recollections
collecting at
the fingertips
of the secular spectator
detecting schemes
between sheets.

This is sin,
the plain and unadultered
scholarly pursuit thereof.

HS
What shall we do with a weight of absence
a hearing hung within us like a crystal
clear enrapture; calling forth questioning
if you are so passionate as you say
and as I dare but not believe it so
this cannot last as long underneath
with spurs these roots braiding the light
bowing your neck my own age-old owl eyes soul
silvery at dusk my white branches
blossoming; withering forth
ruins of harmonizing
created equally
how so ever apparent
i would as soon forget
i am in this myself
a concealment of here and here-in
as you lay waking on each fifteenth evening
for I have feet that slip out of shoes
ankles that spiral my neck blue
a fearful little rebel
like the multitude in your kingdom who seek the way ahead
where the fire is kept cold
behind my eyes tilted mirrors sing forth
where birds can rise from the roof of my mouth
it is past repair
as it has been kept invisible it does not touch the
bumbling it requires
a bungling amateurish blundering
crispness floundering
asking for a pulse
a practice you can run your tongue over
this loosened lily splintering its thistle spine
astonishing how pleasure keeps us singing like we're high
even as I overlay illusory
awake in every motive
murmuring there just there it goes
gone sprawling
gold glistening all its weight lit up to become enough
as only one.

HS
i captured his appetite
tasted it
and regardless of the
demands
i wont give it back
until we are full

HS

4.3.18

In the days past
the ships came effortlessly
docking with the tide
you became a sunset tendency
a song concealed with time

i have kept this in hand; myself
wistfully singing instead

and yet
the last time I saw the sky
my eyes broke like shooting stars
hitting the face of your palms
and the last time I saw you
my soul knew that you would always
be enough
as my only
my only
one
that 
could
be
true

HS

23.2.18

i bathe in your every expression
devour
your salted words
and adorn my hips
in your mounted position

so
please
carry me to shore
where I can
inscribe the sands
and run my hands
down
where we belong

HS
flood my seas

my currents; surge

swell my peaks

my banks; crest

the movement
of you
always
seems
to

uprise my tide

HS
In this scene you crawl like a spider trying to catch the wind
snow perplexed by a blue sky
while branches shake from the weight of it
your sense of direction is abandoned
into the once puzzling provincialism
to exhibit resonanting partially
they only cover their mistakes
by swimming even more seductively toward you
you become the subtlest of superfluous
as your daily thought and feeling grow fleeting
and infinitely self-perpetuating and impossibly more resilient
ready to alight on steepled sand in lamplight
even though you live by the sea
you no longer dream of fragile roads
on islands of mythical syntaxes
you still climb two sets of stairs but have blurred them
if anything goes amiss you resort to the simple design
of standing in bright light unthreading far flung ideas
until the letters run from your skin
Sometimes they feel like separate grains of sand
of clouds pulled to earth sifting to the center
blending peacefully finally in their own relation
while along some horizons light shines from distant hills dreamt
along others this or that mythic shell complicit with their desire
thinks to wear a mask soaked in the rays of their eyes
of scattering uncanny fingerprints to unreal skirmishes
clearing the way for a more or less ruthless actual history
of misunderstanding these lands that climb upwards with the smoke
from the result of an instant sending signals how a new story
and its recipients bend each others bodies off the ground
outside the book bathed in blind light and love
new hands at all hours pages turning at all hours
upending your whisper rhythmic and turning forth
behind the breeze on your ear on your throat
an unworked mass of visionaries
bent back slowly like a sapling filled heavy with faith
kneeling only where faces find comfort
in the wall that unhinges impassioned where wisdom stirs
you can surrender devoted to the ritual
or you can integrate this fire and become a vital sorcerer; remain unknown

HS

16.2.18

he would have carried me in color; dead or alive
his abstract awareness has seized its significance
the high waves shattering the windows of my palace
yet we speak no thoughts
left by a silence
by the blue echo of intimacy lost
the light
inscribed to study the back of his eyes
which have commanded
I am the sole delegate of my form
the embodiment individualized
vanishing is both sensual and continual

*

I found the sea
casting my structure
rising elegantly
waveless as it speaks

HS

15.2.18

how many times
have you found me
casing your walls
of protection

if you counted by tens
it would amount
to the totality
of deaths
under these hands

HS

9.1.18

an appearance of spirit and a glass of fire
illusion flashing
lingering
devilry in my reflection
an atmospheric emergence
flood of breath
glancing over
in the midst of knowing
measuring the depth
of your lure

a short-lived memory

i once knew a man with the stars sung onto his soul
galloping fathomless
where core became soul
a magician
he recollected the times
form had failed

therefore
i spoke in silence
inquisitive

*

don't wait too long
you can embark on
for the love here lies
with another kind

HS

4.1.18

it wasn't so much a beginning
as it was an ending

the convergence
butterflies landing
shapeshifting conception
charmer
diviner
bewitch her
watch the wild sorcerer rise
watch the stone women dance
witness the birth of a God

all in a nights time

HS