Cold Boys Eye's

you are here
you smooth out these desert lines I cough out from
my black lungs.
These are the thoughts of Cold Boys Eye's
and they are his.
Tell him they are his and I relinquish them.

my lover
He is here
fingering silver , steel and lead
all in a barrel
criss crossed patterns for wintering birds
dropping bits of bark for harrowing captives.
Each with a single letter
that led me home through sweet honey birches.

Deathbent
grey sky singlemindedly purposed a gesture of love
but I told it the sky I loved was not so
and I was angered for imposters burning ash lips.

and green grasses now honey pale yellow under winters tide
returning health to the soil I avouch you headway , straight forward
your truth.

not a time for two

He is here
and He rose with His fingerlings of silver
point blank for Cold Boy's Eyes

~ Enough ~

oh but she hurts
the mourning dead
on two leg stances of stories fouled by water of fearlings.

Cold Boys Eye's
fell from the sky like hawk eyes of heaven

and I
I heard it break in me.

My lovers hand straigtened to me to stop
as Cold Boys Eye's fell

~ stop..... ~

 My Lovers eyes warm as my winters fire
full of pain to see in me trepidations death approaching the splitting
of my heartache into fibers.

~ You , have had enough.... and You cannot help...
Cold Boys Eye's must go. ~

Cold Boys Eye's fell to the ground
and he rose and ran into the forest I will never know , or desire.
　
My lover keeps me intwined into a fiberous few
green twined grasses.
Presses hard the silver between His hands
and somewhere , somehow binds to me His remembering story.
A kiss for my cheek.

~ The watching dear lights has shed one more feather ~

This is Dear Brother , Lover