silent with morning

silent
with morning

at the boundary
of the garden

watching
the sun rise

as the universe intended
all creatures to do

that’s why it’s made
beautiful

I am on a boat I made of myself

I am on a boat I made of myself

sailor on the seas of silence

how you see the sky is beautiful

how you see the sky is beautiful

I sense you like rain coming

I am playing the album Tapestry

I am playing the album Tapestry
it is lovely how you are inside
Carole King songs

I have the curtains drawn
day is outside

communicates like a wilderness

communicates like
a wilderness

things which
are coming

love was meant
to keep the earth
together

here we are talking
like the wind
talks to trees

synergy
of a window
and a sky

Are your shoulders soothed?

Are your shoulders
soothed?

Aten is waking
his fierce glare

draws the water
up to clouds.

Aloe Vera is
like a camel

and stores
the moisture

from Aten.
I like the rain

on my skin
when Aten shares
his water.

Why do you look at me like that,
when my hands are gentle?

You bite like Aten
on my skin.

I’d like to acknowledge Dorothy Porter’s Akhenaten verse novel’s
influence on this piece.

I’ve been living a little lonely—

I’ve been living a little lonely—
songs from yesterday.
Spotify.

I can sing them who had loved me,
gone with spring.

Lyrics enter my
winter landscape;

outside, the melody of winds.

I don’t want to say the birds are singing—
I want to say I am singing.

Her eyes—the audience of my vocabulary.