VacuumThere was a timewhen the dreaming poolsplunged deep--generous in being whole.And I swamthe breadth ofseven heartbeatslooping back from end;bending forth--until the mirrors shatteredand the vacuumsucked me dry--the exoskeletonthat was blown away;and what is leftare only impressionsof leaves on the pavement.
ReleasedIn the nightI have found youhovering above meas you once did;like a satellitepulling at my water--delighting my depthswith your weight.It has roused the spanwhere I carved youfrom my heart--marked with those momentsspinning farand farther in our tracks;and appear nowlittle more than a dreamof years divided from the hoop--a lost seasonwhen our two loves made a wholeand parted as beings forever altered.It may have been that my swelling tideshave dried up;or perhapsI have just been releasedfrom gravity.
The MediaOur children are sufferinga parade of false imagesand are resolvedto deny the treasureof who they areand aspire to bea painted corpse.
Where the Beauty went...The beauty is beingboiled up to the surfaceuntil to is too diminishedto fill the empty cavernwhere it oncemade us love.
SkinMy darling is a hidepulled tightlyacross her bone frame--fragile and still.A hollow beatfalteringunder the greedof invisible people.