if there were ever romance,
we could personify it
@330 AM stranded on the pier
of a deserted island,
recording the faraway glow
of a team of two.
–LM
pebbles in a lake.
Love
reap the harvest
Well met, lovely gardener,
languishing with the Sun
every morning:
I wait while you’re awash
fierce dripping flesh
in your rainshower
I am your honeysuckle reward
no one cared properly for or since
& when I rebel I break through
concrete in sacrilegious color
know despite my visceral thorns
in conscious relief
I seek your vengeance,
for all your faithful labors gone remiss
under your warm meticulous nature
I will become ideal
–LM
prostitute named Faith in South Central
You took a leap of faith showing
your face here,
gotta say I like it
keep coming back.
I’d tip you personally for your patronage
because poetry is wet
attention is golden
& my words smell of death
somewhere the carcasses of old
bloom with stiff petals|
collapse to dust
You know this shit keeps me lifted?
I read what I like and who
I like are the ones ridged with
passion, unafraid to get
their ass kicked
I hope it’s not one sided
I’ve had enough of unrequited love
for thirty one seasons
–LM
a girl plants roses on Mount Vesuvius
My heart jumps loudly ahead beat by beat for a millisecond and it scares the fuck out of me, steals my breath and makes me question in that second if a second is all I’ve got left, & if it was, the first thing that springs to mind I’d never want to leave behind is you, nothing more astride the void the forever open door the bridge the hidden forge the lonely glow behind the Veil than you
& where your emptiness is, my love awaits to erupt like so much color/the birth of a nebula
there are black holes that go rogue & eyeballs in space with less thrust ahead/
momentum ad infinitum
–LM
madly
Scientists are satisfied
there’s INvisible barriers
into space
just not strong enough
to keep love from love
It makes me laugh
for spite
–LM
missing woman’s haunting songs
Why does everyone I love
yearn to become
someone else?
Forfeit the walk-away
lay your head
on my thighs,
close your eyes
& sleep,
anyway/if it’ll help
The dream you have of yourself
where you conquer this world,
was never fictitious, nor over
across the abyss of dark matter
tuning your light
to human chords
–LM
atlas.
pain has a desperate chime
like sordid breathless rhyme
or tedious monotonous time
sucking breath like
a forested Chinese sinkhole
Is it because I’m sedentary
barely anybody respects me
who says they’re worthy, loose leaf?
burying a sure – fire cancer
& maybe being flattered is
a relief on the pressure
in my mental crumbling temple
gold and jewels there wrought
aplenty
know, if I was you in your place
right now, I’d fucking crumple, too
–LM
counting bodies like sheep
Where is my mind?
way out in your cerebral waters
& I love to deep dive
into
Even knowing I’d drown its
impossible
knowing what is left
is innumerable
& I love you
I’ve meant it every time I’ve said it
–LM
personality construct
The cello pulls me in
to the way your Silverhand strings
his guitar
& maybe the painting
of us is just a story arc
but the truth is the song
where lyrics are born
in blood, sweat and palpitation
your heart is the instrument
to which I pledge allegiance
–LM
as if language wasn’t invented by someone
I’m on my toes wondering what you’ll come up with next needlessly praying up and down your ingeniousness doesn’t ever end. I know I’ll get my wish. Your aesthetic is bellicose yet vellichor, where ancients barter; this confuses everyone on a cellular level. Everyone except me.
Between us one kiss could last a series of lifetimes we’ve already lived. Let me put down the genie’s bottle; we don’t need him.
These dusky nights come with the rain attached & daytime wouldn’t need a sun if you were dispatched. By and for you my world is aglow. The best and brightest thing about this bond is I don’t need a response to know.
–LM
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