Naked Poetry

Dear Wrath. Dear Dearest. Show me myself—without the shine of prescription.

You just passed a yellow flower. That’s where I learned to grow. You just passed a yellow Flower. That’s where I stopped my walk to film, do you remember when you passed a Brisk bottle? Listen, Just a reminder, keep your dad moving keep your mother up and keep your sister sunny cos she’s all the way in New York watching you try hard on the internet — wishing you forward cos that’s where you belong...

To Kiss a moment. To get it down on both knees. To spill the vile. To paint your nails electronic blue before playing all of Chopin’s preludes because sometimes– you just need something that will translate into your bones.

I hope it was me. When you sang today—I hope, I hope it was me.

And If you looked in our mirror you’d see me, hovering above myself in the moment before we kiss, thinking hopefully this won’t shatter my bones, at the same time thinking so what if it did, so what if I live?

Lost in my own shoes I want to be grace so I Listen to you move

Without all dream I am common. Without dream the desert dies. Patience doesn’t like running. Running doesn’t like patience, either. But I am running towards patience so I hope they need me. I hope something needs me. I want a course in collision. I want to live despite dying—I am not defeat. I will never conceal stars. They have too much to burn.     The flow of mountains keeps me up at night. The...

Speaking of my elocution you’d own the top droplet. And several obedient words… Come a little closer, my broken candle. Let me be your BURNING contralto you shouldn’t have told me there was fire in my voice because now I see in Roman candles And I can’t promise you, no, I promise you I will be happier– skinny as anorexia’s right arm I just have to get over Plateau number three maybe if I bump it u...

But for those of us Who are kept up by a longing for love. I hope the world is spinning calmly enough for you. I hope doves split your dreams in Two. So that when you dream—you can dream Slowly. Don’t Shake Us Until We Crumble. Allow us to say goodnight to the movement in our chests.

May, I am —When I am not August or September. When I’m not raining or on Fire—Always on fire, always gone. May, I was. When I wasn’t burning on mars or simply swimming in yr eyes or Gleaming beside your voice. You were looking at me the way I look at things that I’d want to trace, or archive, or speak down, and print. You looked at me the way you’d look at me if you loved in(to) me. You looked at...

We became drunks one night flying around all Buzzed and Lovely and Beautiful. Because we were together and tender and soft and subtle and that night—we taught each other Lullabies. We made ourselves our Own answers, and I taught you how to become alive inside of another body. How to outsource your heart. It is nothing like life, or sets of twins. Or bones. Or beauty. It is literal skin, and soft,...

Your body is a trick.  …you are not delicate. In my fiction you     Steal my fingerprints And wrap them around    Your wrists        You say, “I’m keeping these for later.”   Your body is a trick.   …you are not delicate. Your eyelashes sting   Deep when they whip me From across the table   I just tell myself to count to three.   Good thing blood is thick.     Good thing Love Lasts. ‘Cause we’re g...

You Better Love Her. (!) Because if I had the Honor-- The Guts, The color, The Tempo, The Timbre... I’d detonate my fear with an upward motion of my chin I’d guarantee the doubt a lifetime supply of can’t get in, and I’d pedal out to the saddest parts of our stories-and to the very front of my war and inspire change. I would actually USE the wings in my shoulder blades.

I’m so sorry if you felt rushed by me in any way. That was not my intention--I didn’t read you correctly--and misunderstood somewhere along the way. I meant no disrespect. To me, you are actually regal if not a Queen. I hope you can forgive me. Sincerely, Adele

II. I have seen people In angel form. I have seen Those I cared for In angel form. I have felt in perfection. I have slept With nothing but a feather on my mind but it was when I heard Never That I lost whichever Calm words lifted Me last time I felt The malice of a good heart. It was when I heard Never that I decided night was the time for enormous goodbyes– for wet signatures Dripping with cry Y...

I. Rectangular heart. Swift guesses– I am to die for you. First things are first. Next you know things I will be thanking you. Or else something– The quotidian love Will send me glory. The quotidian love Sends me haste. Spoken in risky form You’ve said nothing. Save for great Scathing footnotes and your deadbeat praise. Lies longer than the exhale you take when you breathe In your formulated smoke...

I tear at the structure of Heart-ache I tear at the hesitance of bees Before they sting you. I tear at their death dying sting. I tear at the hat on the wall. Mechanistic animals Paint on lovely stones, the Wonder that everyone knows Love thy love thy love thy Song. The twenty-four hour song that you are. Yes, you defeat me. Yes, it is true. My only intent was to love you Clearly. Love is the only...

So far you’ve been so beautiful I’ve prepared to die three times. The first time– I packed your teal sweater. I heard it’s cold where I’m goin’. The second time I left with nothing But my skin I know where I’ve Been why would I need to be reminded. The third time I was honest. I had five words to use and I chose please And Take And Care And Of And Her.

Too bright. Too good. I was there. I felt it. I shook hands with you out of body. Beach first. Moment divided by a second: rebirth. Back on sand. Toes to water - but to tell you my truth sometimes I'm too cold. Back on land in front of your building. No, no, back on sand. Hands behind my mind: your head. My heart. I said something and I hope you heard it. Because when that moon arrives I'll have t...

How you pretend we aren’t sex. that you can’t hear me in numbers my name is imagery forget the math in this sin– there is none– I am all for the love of you. We are sex. ten thousand oceans of it We are the same tide. Masters of Sync. Arch. And Moon. You’re the best I’ve never had. I have never let anyone drown me like you do Your name is too pretty, 4060 echoes but I just need one of you it takes...

Don’t Limit                   This.     Write me Letters while your heart—   is Opened.   Write me letters in the Open Hearted Storm Yes, the storm is coming just hold the Paper down until the right moment comes.   Let it go. and send it Up     To Me. If I don’t catch it—   Keep trying. Tell me you need an answer by Sunrise because that’s the only time you can read it.   Tell me to Open my Hands....

I had the best seat on earth. The one between thunder and lightning. I began pacing– as I do when things get too loud. I couldn’t tell if they were fighting– or making love. Arguably, there is no difference. To me– making love is trying to show the other who loves who more.

I always do something like this. I always imagine myself singing in a castle. A sort of five-part hymnal. Claiming A new sensitivity, yet failing to capture it. Held by music held by angels. My music terrifies me.

Morning glow, Don’t you ever settle for dusk. Wasn’t it you said you’d never return to the see of the sphere, where you melted down in my arms. I didn’t know what to imagine so I ran to the moon reflecting on the water and I dove in.

I knew you were electric when I started peeling forward instead of backwards. When I started to save paper and Dying breaths. I knew you were electric when you refused that you were beautiful. I knew you were electric-- all Hair, and Soap. When you went into poetic Frenzy with me. I knew you were electric when I started listening to you. You were everything I wanted in a counterpart. I don’t care...