body series 18

I would tie your legs and arms to four perfect bed posts hewn from belief 

The belief the sun will come up

The belief the earth will continue to spin

The belief of the kindness of your smiling eyes

I would bind your wrists with lavender sunrise and promises.

I would kiss every inch of your skin in love poems

I would kiss astrophel and stella into your collarbone

Sonnet 18 into your wrists

I would kiss she walks in beauty into the back of your knees

And a red red rose into your hips

I would plant day lilies between your breasts and water them every day

I would watch as the roots twined around your ribs and grew strong with the beating of your

Heart

They would be yellow and even the sun could not match 

Their joyous flight from your rib cage into the sky

Buoyed upward by the essence of you

I would invite everyone we know over and ask them to paint a mural on your bedroom walls

And each of your lovers and friends would make a Sistine chappel to your laugh

And the way you love like the world is living and you are breathing life into everyone you meet

I would cover you with strawberry fields and then eat ripe, living strawberries from your body

Taste the sweetness on my tongue

I would build a mountain of you and play on your rocky slopes

I would ask you to watch as the moon and stars whispered your name. 

"Erryn

Erryn

Erryn"

Country song

We'll dun sing the sun up

I'll spin words into gossamer web
Do I make myself understood?
And before I've gone and dun, we'll have sung up the sun
But I'm not convinced it's doin' any good.

It's windy in the winter and I'll tell 'ya
If you whisper, it might slip away
So sip your stars and listen here real closely
To the words that I'm a gonna' say

The winter weather closely guards its secrets
I just can't read against bright blue sky
It's got no tells, the winter might be bluffing
There's lots of room in bitter cold for lies

It's windy in the winter and I'll tell 'ya
If you whisper, it might slip away
So sip your stars and listen here real closely
To the words that I'm a gonna' say

Come over to mine, I'll feed
You stardust, and I hope you'll find
It sparkly, my mother taught me to feed
My guests the best, now don't you mind

Trap fluffy white clouds
Like tea leaves in the leavings
Of your tea, don't trust but listen here:
The sky, she knows you're grieving

It's windy in the winter and I'll tell 'ya
If you whisper, it might slip away
So sip your stars and listen here real closely
To the words that I'm a gonna' say

I saw you 'cross a crowded room in Texas
And again in bitter cold Vermont
Looked over my shoulder, felt a little colder
Like you were the only ghost I'd want

If only I could read your eyes like tea leaves
If only my future was wrote in your
Palms and I could know where you was gunna go
I'd follow you to every winter shore

It's windy in the winter and I'll tell 'ya
If you whisper, it might slip away
So sip your stars and listen here real closely
To the words that I'm a gonna' say

Met your eyes and did a little two step
Around the clean and cold and stark white room
You turned and walked away to where I cannot say
But I know I'm a gunna see you soon

If only you could leave a little locket
With coiled tresses of your night black hair
And folded tight within, a game I cannot win
A code that says you dun' gone anywhere

It's windy in the winter and I'll tell 'ya
I've shouted so that I hoped you might hear
So sip your stars and listen here real closely
Come back soon to somewhere warm and near.

talk dirty to me

Talk dirty to me

Next time we fuck
I want you to whisper
"I love you"
To my insides
I want to have the kind of sex
That makes me
Understand why people get back together with their exes
I want our sex to be revolutionary in its
Familiarly
I want you to trace every vertebra in my spine with absolute certainty while you stare into my eyes

Next time we fuck I want recite from memory the novel
Written in the lines of your hands
I want to visit the most secret, sacred places inside of you
Come down those well worn paths of eroticism where I have gone one hundred times
Next time we fuck I want to count the constellations of your back and paint the edges with my tongue
Sepia for nostalgia.

Day 30

I refuse to spell out what I want you to say. For the

Life of me, you couldn't drag it
Out of me with wild horses. I am
Vexed. I find myself hiding the
Essence of me. Unwilling to utter it, expecting

You to lift it
Off of the deepest thoughts in the darkest part of my
Unconscious.

Day 29: first snow

Better late than never, right?

Body series 16:

Muscles cord around bone

Tight like steel, braced against the cold

Lungs shocked by the impropriety of the air

How uncensored, how abrasive

The air is clearer this way

All forest sounds (leaves rustling, chipmunk climbing, jay scolding)

Are mute

The forest is not pregnant but delightfully barren

Not green and fertile but 

Austere, and unapologetic

The snow hiding any blemishes,

Proclaiming perfection in uniformity

Enchanting in the drape of each icicle over each perfect sliver branch.

All the snow touches is forever changed

She brings death in the best way.