Sky Leaf Media

You’re so cryptic
You sell me minutes
But limited petroglyphs
A communication styled
Like sculpted marble
You’re the Madonna
I’m Michelangelo
Rest in Bruges

Wrap your legs around my neck and squeeze until there’s nothing left. I’m barely breathing, just wheezing but determined even if it means pretending that I’ve died so I can be by your side for all time

Thickets and rodents on dusky solstices
Branched silhouette of darkened ravens
Coyotes howl, the mage in his cave
Cooking up spells, the lovers locus
A long goodnight on spindled bough
Fuses nuclei adorned with grimaces

Slivers of you splice themselves into my life like a clever movie reel, crackling with electric flashes of you, making my hair stand on end

I pulled the thread that led me to you, sweatered Goddess with butterfly tattoo who insists on hair-pulled-back when all I ask for is navel snaps and Polaroids of you relaxed. No constricting devices please. It’s so much better when I can imagine combing my fingers through your hair with noses kissing, abdomen to abdomen and legs entangled at quantum angles while angels with halos loose arrows

An ancient rose that blossoms
A nascent nosebleed feeling
Fainting as soon as I start standing
It’s better in the end this way
I’m closer when I fall to grace
I hope my legs will break my fall
Rush me to the infirmary
Paging Nurse It’s-All-Okay

Dream enigma, you showed up magically
I found myself in light of the happening
Like a hummingbird, I hover weightlessly
When you beckon me, I abide like a fruit fly
Columned colossus with cockatiel wings
Your bronze is the single most precious thing
and your hair like the sun, sweet Perseis,
makes my island shake to the tectonic plate

This urn is a page turner
A last scene machine
It ate up my dreams
I’m blind as if lightning
Flashed right before me
Crispy as dry leaves
My brain isn’t firing
I did too many weeds

I’d swim all night to find you
In the vastest blackest ocean
Just a splash in the bath since
We’re unequivocally connected

I don’t presume to be the key that unlocks the door to your heart, but if you allow me, I’ll give you my mind and soul, my wallet and home, so long as it makes you happy

My touch is a tsunami but forgiving when you need respite. Love is a sea you see like curtains. I’m pouring my heart out like Zeus from Ganymede in hopes that you’ll see me

You’re my axis, my Polaris lover. It’s just you and me. I lie supine and wonder, enchanted by a faint remembrance as if the rest has been a dream that’s at last come to pass

I’ll be your lightning if you’ll be my night sky
A soaked ground below, reflectively white
Our story will last as long as time exists
The thunder will never catch our flash

You’re where the line begins and ends. It ties like string and bends and blends until it has overtaken whatever else might have been

Where we’re going, we don’t need roads. Just hold my hand and I’ll take you to the promised land. Everything will go our way because we’ll be living for the right reasons. We’ll flow forward like a river and overcome any obstacle. Without hurdles and with guardian angels surmounted above us, we’ll indwell our own rapture—a place where all that noise is muffled to a low hum, a space that collapses in on itself and all that remains is the love we engage like a ring that stays true to the meteoric course of things

I’m a billiard ball and you’re the cue pushing me over the edge of what I’ve known and experienced into terra incognita, confronting a frontier I wasn’t sure I’d ever see

I feel real when I think about sharing my life with you, but I’m Monotropa uniflora when you disappear. Let’s hope you stick around a while longer this time. There’s only nausea and anosmia when you turn inward. Face me until the sun erupts and I’ll nourish you to no end as your mycoheterotrophy

I feel as awkward as an oblique triangle without you in my corner. I’m an ellipse, not a circle, when my center’s displaced. All those axioms are meaningless when you’re in the picture, my fourth-dimensional, non-Euclidean love

I’m like George Washington, I cannot tell a lie. I won’t hurt you. I’m truly waiting for no one else. The air is thin when you’re quiet. Your words form my atmosphere

Joy comes in the morning knowing that you’re there even if you’ve been out of reach thus far. I’ll keep extending myself in your direction ad infinitum until our paths align, deflecting deflection  

We’re a couple of snow birds on the frosty side of a mountain slope with no spring in sight, just two furs up from the den in a winter playland

It’s kismet the way your wet lips suck my tongue deep in your mouth until I’m adrift. I’m so in love that I’m counting each beat of your pulse. Every waking moment with you is never enough

I’m sorry, please forgive me if I’ve taken too much time. I’ve been wandering and wondering the reason and the rhyme. Dear God, tend to my body and ease my troubled mind. I want her like I’ve never wanted anything. She’s my life

Ripped jeans whipped genes spliffed green goobody too tall wrong pants soothsaying wrong waying leading self and everybody else astray, ya ashtrayed quagmired choir boy poster child, singin like a bird to no end to free yourself and no one else, you self-centered inward prisoner bitch kid weakling son of a fuckstick

You echo throughout my heart like a cave system. I think if I can make my way to the end then you’ll stop bending the laws of physics like an M.C. Escher sketch and let me in from a place where there’s no chasing or evading, just happy co-creating

Each year everything becomes a little more expensive and every time the seasons feel a little quicker. The price of living even in this modest town has skyrocketed. What’s the fucking point of any of it?

I saw God in your face today. I didn’t know what to say and had nowhere to place my gaze, in amazement at your breathtaking beauty. All goodness emanates from your sweet smile, all truth and grace

Damn baby, you fucking crushed my heart. I’m karst, crumbling under the pressure. It’s suffocating, but I guess you never really cared, and even if you did, it wasn’t love

You’re like the sun. You’re there when you want to be and then you disappear, but it doesn’t change your nature. You’re lovely always in all ways

Can you imagine it? Gold in your pockets? I bet you can. Feel that weight? That’s the way I’m sinking through water to be closer to you, mermaid

You’re buzzing like mead, ya funny drunkard. I love the way you spill your glass, ya silly ass. No one wears hydromel the way you do, ya single-female-with-a-momentary-lapse-in-judgment. Sloppy never seemed so easy

My sun and moon and stars, you illuminate my being. I play in the sand until all of my plans are wasted and all I have left is reverence for you who animates my lifeless clay