the missed spaces, the missed places, the missed times, the missed rhymes, the missed persons I could have been or will be, the fear that restricts me, the choices that elate me, the food that prolongs, the life that kills and opens and winds up and scares and tears and screws, inspires and heightens and pitches and rolls and drowns and crowns and takes hold of and molds and breaks and pours into and empties and burns.

and here we steal away together

recorded 6.10.16

You, pushing flesh, you free us through our vulnerability, so free we are giddy!

You, with a smile as wide as the beaches of your home, a place I have never seen.

You, sharp mind sharp tongued honesty, which only feeds your beauty.

 

You folded into that window, wearing socks, a second-hand nylon jacket and nothing else, forming a shape that became the convex compliment to the concave frame, as if it had been wide-mouthed calling for you since the day this chateau was built in the Sachsen Alps. As if it had been wailing a plea for you to climb inside and weigh down its tongue, so no further words might be spoken because we have exiled speech and given amnesty to touch.

recorded 21.12.15

recorded 2.2.14