Muscle Poems

Holding onto ephemeral dreams

Of connections out of tune

Lusting in the countryside

Embraced by rhythm moon.

Seasonal cicada strings

Breathe life into sparse tunes,

Not needing our support,

Drunk on their beatitudes.

 

That’s the night the crickets sang,

And I fell in love with you.

 

That’s the night you sang on my lips,

And I fell in love with you.

 

Look! A flowing river bank

Upon the moon’s cascade of stars

Water cannot escape

As hard as it wants

Dipping toes, we laugh

At that old wise joke,

The Owls as our spies

 

A spider web catches

Every breath we say

Though silent, we are

In the throes

Of hope and sorrow’s sway

Like the trees, the trees

Deep thinking and homemade

 

Though morning chases

Night’s symphony away,

We have this time

In memory

As new dawn signals day.

 

That was the day

I stayed in love with you

 

Your lips were stained with morning glory

And I drank your water holy

In the month of May.

That was the day I stayed in love with you.