let us stand. the mirror

(i have been thinking of writing you for a while. writing)

oh man you make my mind explode. my body ripple with the sweet sap of this forest. mmm hot and inspired sigh.
life around your waist. i lie at night. the moon, now, so strong, so pulling on my veins to you.
it is so wonderful
these messages, words with power that can change where i am to take me to being where with you would be.in dreams
it is so silly. so necessary. so?
all these questions we pose into the nether
do you read what you write
check it over
type, regurge, and hit send
just let it be read as it is in its pure streamed thought...

the mixed bag:
i think about this. about whether every experience has just slowly but surely whittled down to what is perfect, what resounds
either way
whether the chemical zaps are "real" or just pertinent to make now make sense i am ecstatic knowing that i am with you in this place we dance. the yellow-red world of circus charm. they recreate it in movies sometimes and i know that yes...that it is. that is where i dance. that is what it looks like when i see it, not simply feel it

what is our love filled with: emotional commitment to grow, to be in the front of our lives, fuck the fear, fuck the hiding. this is who i am and in you in this
ah in you
what magic

st peter. let us rule

we wait on the cliff as the moon rises in the morning with the sun. it is blue it blinds and there is holding here. we wait because we know if we move we will change this perfectly comfortable pleasurable space that.
when anyone moves i feel the walking like it is a cage in the moment.
when it is you i am excited to know you are about to approach where i am

chris your eyes
where are they
to see
to breath.
to strive to seek to find and not to yield
xoxo
fae jr.

writ

as the channel will swerve thoughts to paper
writ, i write
but in this mound of viral virtual communication
i type
am i a typist or writer still?
my charms evolve in foreign, uniform script.

tweens in tight blue jeans and black;
girls watching, alone, on park benches
staring into the distant inspiration
for the next line.
it is off of reality that this canvas comes
recycled through scrutiny.

moleskins crinkle with last minute forget-me-nots;
envelopes lick the blessings of love
and vows are memorized, meaning frozen.
where do you put your vice?
this box is taped and inside writhes a fury
reptilian.

the road is sandy long and moments are too rich to not testify.
this is my vintage vehicle
and the juice must be such
the fumes are dark, oaky vanilla
with overtones of cracked sanity.
its wonderful to meet you.

broodiness

eggs are being cracked, hatched all this time
all this time we are sizzling
frying up a starter

break

and then there is the chicken
feed me

the garden
water me

feed me; water

and taking gratitude dissipates in hunger
in a greed

thank you life
for the morning green
dew

giving gardens to wander
and ti color with seeds

seeds we are stewards

hear

busy ness

maybe i'll get one of those electronic business cards
so that every time i decide i want to be something else
i can just update everyone's wallet

jerusalem if i forget you

water swells awakening my breath
and i think how you are
where you are breathing your truth
into the rock, into the flutes of eden
and which ever way it is
it is perfect
and we shall dance in this light
across waters
and spill our cups into the hearts of others
am i listening
am i high
it is everywhere
and you whisper into my every day
more and less
and again
and your smile bright blue
in florid white
here
aye it will be and we will joy in this
i will not forget
as long as i remember.
past