Love Juliana Sings the Sea

Love Juliana is hungry on the bedroom floor.
Watching the beads of rain roll up, back into the night.
They line the mirrored door and light at the glow of her cigarette.
Love Juliana counts the animals in her celestial connect-the-dots.

We are singing Save My Soul, holding hands.
Shouting to the Sea, she wants to come meet me.
Fires lit at the bases of our young spines,
Great wings grown with the tenderness of passion rebellion.

Love Juliana gets entangled in the trees,
Sheltered, tented by the sturdiness of practical bed sheets.
I scattered them across the floor.
The wind swept them out the door.
Along with Love Juliana.


The menagerie weeps and dances in a sorrow.
O God, all I can think is that it's all so beautiful.
Love Juliana is up, cocooned in that towering, moss soaked tree.
I'm smoking her cigarette. It was on the floor.
She would have wanted it to be me.
Love Juliana.
Singing the mist that leaps.
Hanging grey.
You'll dive back into that jade green of the sea.

Love Juliana, she wants me.

Hot Bath Beauty

Shape shifting, body of the flower,
Glazed in celestial Autumn's tears.
Stretching upward in defiance of the Earth's pull.
Wrapped in corduroy hip huggers.
Muscles worked up at the wonder,
Because I'm no longer offended
At being a thing of beauty.

A magpie's collection of glinting silver circlets,
Blackbirds nest of warm wools.
Hair up, secured in a loose pile up top of my head.
Show me your bones and get on the track.
Follow, follow. You're in a star-powered forward motion.

I got educated on the dryer lint and cobweb sheen
That I'm told I don't get to keep near and dear to me.

Hold tight to me I'm winding and I'm firing.
Stripped up and strapped to the tornado of your eyes.
The distance thumps with thunder
And the constant is December chill
Keeping you chattering through your teeth.

See that I am sweating.
Twisting, little thing.
Sweet sea urchin.
Shifting with the love of the ocean.
Drag of the tide in and out,
Left a sticky residue on the branches
Lining up your lungs
With the tobacco smoke
We sit sharing.

Everything is wrapped in
Finally.