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 20.12.15

I glimpse

Your words

Breath shortens

I catch

Myself holding in this air

Physical automatic reactionary attempt to stop time

It has slowed so already

With land and water and rock persisting between us

We reluctantly face the consequences of our clockwork spell

This impossible night, an inch worm on a sequoia

Sleep will not steal one second from me

Awake and alone save the sing song melody of Portuguese beyond big white shutters

You, alone amidst our scent and sweat and all the beautiful things two bodies inspire in one another

I am consoled convinced that one fine hair of mine must be in your bed

With you tonight

recorded 3.5.17

recorded 19.11.17