Cello (Formula Poem)

The strings of weave, final and emerging--

crane-coiling-- (^

I know your music;

I feature the shut it disperses to meet.

Me to shape with paper twisted,

tension in sleep;

Me to see yet free, and I swear silken--

breath I roll plain to strain door locks.

I note fingers in the memory;

I name strings

as I and anonymous meet.

I am side-followed, a draw that's easing.

I, the familiar scent of apart;

I reach for tendons and body-- 

so hear delusion dimensions

and my shoulders close.

Know I am

when our sheets tighten--

we became your outer and quickly learned air

            carried between creases and folds.

You a heat I discern as striving,

and where blossoms focus I wander

as a one-and-convinced forget,

until we stand near to plains--

                                      
                                          entrance doors. 

This natural 

                      standing between,

                                                    that inner between us

and what lingers where I can't descend--

my too-present vibrating sides fastened elegantly.

(Winter 2010)

Quoted

"Turning pieces of ropes into ferocious snakes!"

(Spring 2011)

Transit

The time ends for strangers
who shared a night
on a park bench.
But I will keep the smile that sneaked
up the side of your mouth
when I said it.

(Spring 2011)

Cello (Experiment Revised)

The strings of weave, final and emerging--
crane-coiling-- (^
                               I know your music;
I feature the shut it disperses to meet.

Me to shape with paper twisted,
tension in sleep;
Me to see yet be, and I swear silken--
breath I roll plain to strain door locks.

I, the familiar scent of apart;
I reach for tendons and body.
What to you new compels dreaming,
dissolves worlds, ropes on figures.

I note fingers in the memory;
I name strings
as I and anonymous meet.
I am side-followed, a draw that's easing--

so hear delusion dimensions
and my shoulders close.
Know I am
when our sheets tighten--

we became your outer and quickly learned air
carried between creases and folds.

You are a heat I discern as striving,
and where I see blossoms focus I wander
as a one-and-convinced forget,

until we stand near to plains,
    entrance doors.

This natural standing between,
                                                    that inner between us
and what lingers where I can't descend--
my too-present vibrating sides fastened elegantly.