tu se morta

I had a dream last night

that I was orpheus

and you and i were running through a cave

in a dead sprint

with no cares for what lay behind us

only for what we would find ahead

we were laughing and yelling

ridiculously falling

over our feet

and over each other

like two carnival goers

tight with wine

and the predilections of carnality

Then I stopped for just a second

to turn around and take you in

euridice

for i needed to feel my eyes

upon your skin

like my own hands

reminding my heart what was at stake

(you)

but when i did

you vanished

and i woke up

watching the night from the hill

i am happy being

two hearts tied together

like balloons

floating into the vast sky

even after infinity

and silence

have made their arguments

we float on

we float on into infinity

in silence

because our hearts are tied together

tied together like balloons

Islands

You see, I believe that as human beings, we are all islands. And that love is not a completing or even a complementing of souls. It is finding that other person who has sat in the same seas as you for their entire lives. Weathering the same storms, and enjoying the same repose. Because I'm not sure if you can fully understand the soul of another. But you can certainly identify with what they've been through. And what they will always go through.

That is love. To me.

Say

Sometimes you have to do the thing that you fear the most. Here it goes.

Late Spring

Coming into the high room again after years

after oceans and shadows of hills and the sounds of lies

after losses and feet on stairs

after looking and mistakes and forgetting

turning there thinking to find

no one except those I knew

finally I saw you

you of whom I had heard

with my own ears since the beginning

for whom more than once I had opened the door

believing you were not far

-W.S Merwin "Late Spring"

I turned around and there you were. Standing right in front of me. I don't think I have ever been more shocked in my life to see someone than when I found you, standing there. It wasn't a bad thing--hardly. I just couldn't believe my eyes.

It was you.

And you were smiling.

You see, one month ago I declared to the night that I was going to find a way back to you. Some day. Some how. Little did I know, however, it was you who would find me first. Standing there at the counter, unpacking umbrellas.

And what you must have thought as you watched my head turn, ready and knowing what was about to happen next, I will never know.

All I know is that it took one turn. And there you were. Staring back at me, as if you had never left.

Because, well, you never have.

Eros

vos levres sont la pulpe
des doigts
d'Aphrodite

caressant mon coeur

a l'infini

Savoir

There is a knowledge
that knows deeper than books

and this is my heart
thinking of you

Lovers in Japan

The maple that had glowed red

on the altar

after Yasuko's sister died

--would it

in someone else's hands

still be living?