Nature
you piledrove a root
straight into my chest
and what you've been doing
is growing
and it hurts
but that doesn't mean stop.
your organics liquefied
and spread as fast as light
to my darkest corners.
sun nor moon
still hasn't shone there
yet, growth?
you must be self-sustaining
entirely your own ecosystem
disregarding planetary patterns.
the earth revolves
seasons change
sun and moon never collide
just like your two golden eyes.
I'm still teetering on heels
doing what I can
to bring myself back to balance.
you're saying you can help
but I'm too worried about the fall
enamored with the autumn change
can't see the spring for the falling leaves.
tomorrow doesn't exist inside survival
but in disillusioned paranoia
snaking along the rooted veins
as fast as sound from soul
slower than your growing light
but as immediate as words from mouth.
snow falls as a cushion or a catalyst
catching my body or causing the slip.
beauty comes disguised as danger
and I'm trying to undress in a hurry.
it's cold, so cold
I'm giving myself away.
this root tangling in your earth.
December 1, 2005