at sea level skin curls tighter
beginning an identity in twisting
swirls creating lightening with concrete toes
that slope down your belly curiously making this home
a memory worth extending unveiling a world kept to myself
this body is strong in silence an interlock
entanglement of song before it falls into traces
dreaming of chances
no longer seeing a piece of what our gazing became
I trip over myself and I fly with sparks
which isn't worth much when breathing for two
meaning creating a greenhouse of safety isn't simply
for the particle teased petals that I spun
thickened as a model of my flesh pollinated by
keeping small

how strong is this silence

HS

I remember the way our love
vanished on water
polished passion
worlds destined
for foreign palms

enchanter

have you bothered to listen
to the way the wind cries in haste
forward the vastness of memory forgotten
shifting currents birds of heaven

leave me my beloved

only you remain unmoved
by my love that awakens youth
with these currents that drift asleep
cascading my sheets into a heap

have you forgotten how to know what love is

carrier of stones, you
compare abstraction
act hand to hand

in this deep ocean
I dove
I demanded
a love
beyond my own

yet I found nothing
only a sea of glass
swept away
by a stranger
with no idea
that the lock
he was holding
held the way
under

there is only spirit that carries what we long for

HS

my route calls North now where humans alter
subtlety in dreaming this place over time
where I can pretend to look into theory
navigating a trip out of season
captivating with kings leaning on faith
out of heaven in the departure - belief

branches reach for regions with dimension
inescapable for the sake of burning wood
sleepless in re-working our lengths
caring only for words that continue to fall exhausted
holding another I drift from your mouth
in a held breathe I disappear

you can contrast fate with light
revealing in an instance in-significance
where each shadow will be a fresco
drawn in tempting force

crow flew in quick that night
with air spiraling the wind held me
the expanse crumpled in to silence
misty valley layered in calm tongue

there is no dignity in becoming
love

HS

I held my breathe

to still these eyelash

tales of poems

flung through - soul

aching sway quietly 

it has been so lovely

the un-making dream

of nights drifting

the days of translating

the impossible

assuming the place

I stand had the pleasure

of mirroring fascination 

HS

What we now need is to learn how to stand on this fire
while my compass that I named fragility
inscribes your power pretty as the little starling
dreaming of getting away from all of this
I dress my sight here in fireflies full on
lanterns of innocent creators unannounced lovers
building dynasties of ritual in wonder

I am vulnerable against your flawless gravity
yet we shatter in skin against the cloudy thought
to stay in peace imprinting desire simple craters
we catch our breath here broken turning
in stillness thoughts stripping us nameless ringing
in tradition with occupying what we can reclaim

Eventually things will make sense - rising
not in the form of the one and only
but in the eternity it took to learn how to trust
once this has all calmed the tide will be slowing
still afraid our moon wounds fall in separation
but whoever I was, whoever you may be
we will carry ourselves center further South
then cast off our aim reaching instincts
condoling in memories meant for the other

HS

Jetty 22/88

stars on her belly emerging in the quiet
morning for just a moment to take an inhale of the soil beneath
flowers perfect up in sprout confessions of building stems instead of bridges
backwards suspended in our eyes dangling in the slightness
of passion hidden by admiration

the light the light
forget the light in his eyes

dream of stirring the sea instead stunning the fade
bridging our features illuminating fire flowers
sparklers in play feathers of starshine
moon bright play

no you were not just my heart in kind

but an outbreak detonating in completion
igniting intensely heavens of light
fire brigade of images split by denying

faces in ivory
carried out

slender

slight

*

she came as sunrise

walking hearts dawn
singing constellations
pulling threads from the sky

facing west 

in line with coal

flame and smoke

carried in hunger
stay sunlit 

stay light

I relish in this inclination to love

HS 

you think of me as the whore whose hands are tied
these city gates tire relentlessly as our very own sentimentality lingers in the eyes behaving less than the flowers you continue to bring me
i'll make my exit wearing white barren cloth thin me in defiance of their glances press me down below bury me against my own
as when I walk the winter sun dawns carelessly like I am naked in the name of God
I am the lines in your palm thankful for the opportunity to dissect growth in perpendicular fashion
but we are only getting older quieter tired of the taste of thoughts that aren’t even worth our time

I have got to keep an eye behind for my back is bent like wet wood the sting of hands against my face my hair in clumps no I can not judge your height as I am still clenched in a fist holding my retention calling for the forest swimming under the weight - his glory

even the sky is quiet in these moments

HS

I crave what has been unspoken while this home is left ablaze
With us nothing is passable - not even an extension of opening
the vast fields of vision before our very existence
Speak to me in remembrance as there is no light if we can't
hear the way the wind speaks there will be no peace
Speak to me in trails of ceremony - of serpentines caught
in circles - the presence of what one calls Spirit
What I consider holy
Speak to me with endurance in fragments of being
that make up the silence of essence
The memory of what was once so quiet

The death of cherry blossoms green fruit moon leather
seek the story sing oh of speculation
of presence oh of your understanding

Is love truly enough?

HS

the day we remembered each other

the equator

the awareness

my heart

the reflection

our memories

the night

secluded an instance

and became

the stars

HS

fools we are in purple silk carrying gold with flames for wings
coats full of pollen darling this flower I've held for you too long
bathe me in your loosely fallen shoulders
the scent of rose dust spilling water palms in a haze
oh light you've left me cold
bring back the fiery morning of skin
freshly woven trimmed bring me back in
affection

HS

i will divide my life into two casts
chromaticity blushing in the effort of excusing
the actuality located down deep into the furthermost part of you
I built fourteen thousand looms from the moonlight
in the floor to admire the mystery
of the worlds work carried by your indiscrete
way of thinking blowing my hair slaying two
I must have been dreaming as
the wind stayed for eighteen days
buried in bed
famished on this belief
that the voice i'll find will remain quiet
the moon was laughing I the running river
was fossilized in a single observation
a pile of ashes too glorious
too late to shine like the stars after dawn
even less true was the dry pavement
under the violent downpour of our constant
secret life sinners in this catastrophic shock of love
bands of faltering for I find the light
tells me more here than I ever had in the subletly
that stirred up the consequence of human minds
dancing for ancient spells on the banks of my ancestors song
against responsibility of the heart the consciousness
bringing truth to an unchallenged moment where
shaking is only faking in an abstract that defies how soon
you will forget that we have never come face to face
with our truth a relief a reminder as i drift through
this feeling that somehow something is still missing

and every time
your eyes open a little wider

here's your way to multiply sweetness
climb under those trees and clip our hidden moments
drift into the dream go on devising consequences
salivate with the wind
cascade across the warmth swim through my skin
flood the sun quietly
ignite these cycles there have been generations asleep
for so many years the dreamers the weavers are all madmen but
I will never forget
their songs that
carry me in love
with feet that glide across this daydream
here I give you a star
here is my luna tongued skin
here take my heart and fancy forth
burn midwinter
rosy cheeked, sing in blue

always

with

you

HS

here love, you thought
in perfection
hiding the details
of the elegant manner
in which we stood
sugar coating the endings
tasting the mumble jumble
of feeling life travel through
in all of its complexity
where we stand without each other
yet in a constant
knowing what the others voice
is speaking through

here love, you will never know
that I have watched spirit
texture your soul
split the carrier affection that we both do
ending the iridescent woven nectar
as you know well
I am just a wisher
in one hour i will be back with round two

here love, i give you the familiar
cookie dough calamity
a makeshift celebration
of wonder greater than my lover
whose limits held nothing to
your own -

no, i will not stop my somersaults
my ivy roots that keep on digging
till my heart unfolds in another day
where we fall calm - the first light
the blush of early bright
delicious-ness that has no reverb
a slip away to hustle without
every heart that couldn't last
with love that pours in deep
streaming water
repeatedly breaking a barrier
that had never bothered to exist

here love,
I will see you next spring
time is nothing
and all these stories
germinate when I can see you
flower in what we outgrew

HS

.i know it's over.

but I'll see you
when the city

sleeps

in harmony

crouching
behind
the light 

the fire

HS

you swagger - dreamcatcher on drift prose for the night
breathe - take flight
throw this feeling out with abandon - escapist - you assume i have known more

love - carry over

HS

I want
to lull
beneath
the last
look you
gave me -
to convince
my spirit
that this
outline of
yours was
enough to
complete a
lifetime

*

hs