TWO KITTENS

I lay here dying, I really am this time,

I’m curling into the bones of my love,

and they’re warm with my warmth.

Where have you been, where did you go,

I’m calling out, I’m calling,

the sweet stench of death,

so much like you

and so much like vanilla. 

The cooing of a mourning dove,

the cooling of the morning fade.

The bitter pang of time crossing me,

looks me up and down

interrupts my slow swaying,

enjoying the flowers.

a hole through which God slings His spear

and pins me to the world.

So, now you’re gone. 

Our little house,

our little life, 

I’m not up to moving anymore,

I’m not doing the eating thing either, 

I lay here dying, I really am.

jesus son i and ii

 

i have anointed my hands in oil,

i have walked to you, i have walked to you. 

i have flattened these hands together 

and i have put these knees to the earth.

in my long toil across i witness

the star-blinding eyes of new lovers,

in my long toil across i witness

the stallion wild laughing of old friends. 

pigeon cooing across the balcony,

moon swirling across the darkened sky,

i see fish brim the emerald green ponds,

spring come slow and timid,

like a blushing bride's nervous stride.

xx 

because you love me and i love you,

you will find your path back to my realm.

enchanted forest, ivory tower.

and we are older than our years for your qualms,

and mine too but

i know so, God, i know so.