Her love was strong in the Garden
Fruit in the world was her suffering gift
                                   she, the first Christ.
Who is a lover to forbid her Beloved the Taste?

Let him taste, kiss, eat whole of the desperate sweet smells
Uncover sexual ghosts buried deep in the trunks of trees.
Adam, Shut me away
                             in the monastic space
Before my fall, too, into the tangled soil.

May you never rend this way!
Please lock my pine cone dormitory, distant
From blood-stained orchards. Leave me.
Escape with the key, which is also called

                                              "I love you."

Apartness: like two distant headlights which are motorbikes, riding side by side.
The secret portrait of how things hang together.
The sweetness of distance, again.
Distance from I, distance from thou.
To be totally alone.

Inside of my sleep
Is the rainy town I discovered
Where like-minded fictions stirred
In closed coffee bars, reading
Aloud Shakespeare by candlelight.
In that dream, you sent to me
A smile I will not soon let loose
From my memory singed with your love.
Or, did I remember which is not?
Love and memory have troubles together.

• 00:39 From the bridge tonight: artistic reflection on situation can "say more" than a precise recollection. What does this mean? Is it possible? #

• 10:07 @danfromdsf Jaleel White did the voice for Sonic the Hedgehog on at least two of the cartoons. #

Your laugh. is the pull of gravity gentle
deeply drawing down. if inside rests an
Immateriality, you return me.

Seeing you. is the taste
Of something new and fresh and sweet
Taken in the deep shackles
Somewhere into your interiority
To live for-ever.

                             Lithesome
The lips i want to Hear
Speaking through your copper tangle
Just to look and to Speak prior to
Origination, for memory overfills so much