Posts tagged: humanity
HUMAN LOVE
the tips of
your hair,
not-soft
split and
grey in the
light of this
too-bright sun
and how you
cannot sing
I love the
blemish
of you
you human
my God, you
beautiful flaw
I touch and
discover and
care not
about the
lipstick on
your teeth
knowing that
all he too loved
of you, he loved
in the knowledge
of you naked
O, how we love
imperfectly
but well
“Human Love,” K.E.B.
WALL OF NOT-HURT (NO ACHE)
skin sedimentary
soft, alluvial
my fingertips
press tepid and
button-shaped
against the
not-wall
of pending
dark
memories
shored against
the unmeasured
flood of now
of I do
of until death
of skin
I am met by
the invisible
torpor of hands
drowned in time
passing
freight-like
steeped in loss
something
meant to be
remembered
clouds shrouding
the moon
soft, alluvial
who knew this
forest would
materialize into
nothing
of warmth
a soft wall
of hurt I can
no longer feel
this promise
of humanity
the ache
“Wall of Not-Hurt (no ache),” K.E.B.
Ellie Goulding, “Human” (from Bright Lights)
Human, I wonder why you’re a better make/ than I could ever build or create.
BALANCE
I stare past
the smoke
(I imagine it
was smoke)
rippling in
this room,
rested and
without stir
after the fire
wondering
where you
will avert
your eyes
Your gaze
collecting moss
will you bend
will you crane
back and stare,
unashamed
You told me
once, in the
solemn slumber
of dusk, you
said if I could
have anything
just one bite
I would (yes,
never ask me
why) feast on
your cheeks
You couldn’t
understand
since Babel
collapsed
murmurs
these murmurs
but I would
swallow
the dimples
that christen
your smile
so cherry-ripe
We are victims
of the fall
the first thing
nakedness
shame, this
humanity
So much depends
upon how many
swallows you
have already
had, of whiskey
we are victims
climbing our
way up with
a drink, a smoke
a stolen touch
to rid this
human stain
I already know
what you
will do
You will lean
forward, precise
balanced on
one elbow
a cool swagger
or perhaps one
too many drinks
and tell me
that I have
pretty teeth
“Balance,” K.E.B.
ICE-BLUE GEOMETRY
Fingers limp
on the treads
drumming
the motions
of the wheel,
its whims
we spin
irresolute
and dissolving
fast—a weak
formlessness
We spin
through time
that does not
know us
figures
it figures
all the lines,
shapes and her
shapely lines
My Venus
my love is
a Venus
I have tied
you up but
you unbind
we spin,
twist fret
bulge and
collapse
malleable
Is this flesh
and do we
breathe—
We are clay
yes, we are
terracotta
painted red
But this is
not fire-heat
no warmth
in our ashen
lungs, spent
not flame-red
just ice-blue
geometry
veined and
sponge-like,
her heart is
an atrium
Roman goddess
my goddess
divine, made
of stone—
timeless beauty
housed in a box
I once was
a fixture but
I unwind
We spin,
our hearts
pumping out
ice-blue
geometry
“Ice-Blue Geometry,” K.E.B.
