only

what a string to untie
what a ribbon to cut through when
it's raining, it's pouring
and you've got tantrums like
heartbeats
coming and going
with red threads from indonesia
spinning from earth to
the moon,
encircling its surface until
circulation is cut off
like your hair
wrapped around my finger
and
i'm only slightly conscious on this
broken brick road,
soul-driving into elysium and
farther away from you
muted princes
self-stranded on heart island,
a mockery in e minor
sung openly by a jewel-eyed
pear-eating supernova
with scorching liquid pouring from
blood ventricles
and instantly vaporizing into
steam for your oxygen parade
with floats rolling and batons
whirling but
oh princes
you have cold hearts from
neglecting to mine diamonds
that bounce sunlight back into
endlessly open arms

surrender

walk off a pier into me, the gilded ever, the embracingest yes, an enchanted ever-hold of shining encirclement that splashes out in every color and every musical tone, flaring spiralingly out of the top of your head, out and around until it rains down in an opalescent and all-encompassing halcyon awareness, blanketing and undulating as it moves downward and then up into the soles of your feet, flooding the body with luminosity