Sacred Geometry

Your hair tangled with stars,
the arc of your back
just so.

Only now this day

Only now this day
opens and closes me
as if to say that it never
could have been otherwise
and was I not a fool
for thinking so?

Can you not trace this night
with your teeth?
How they graze my skin like shooting stars,
my life condensed
to points of light in your eyes.

Anthropocentricity

Tell of how Eve and Adam ate a piece of fruit
and produced the second law of thermodynamics.

Eternal Question

for Ives

The waterglass. Half full
or half empty?

Who knows?
I was too damn thirsty.

Hearts expoding forever like galaxies--
to dance these stars primal
with selves that rise and fall
like swells on a great sea.

We cannot touch the souls of the dead--
these karmic currents yet fall on me hungry,
yet map my body like stars.