My Poem of the Day

"When you are in your moon and I am in my sun"
(first published in The Vocabula Review, October 2008)

When you are in your moon and I am in my sun,
our many-prismed passions chained, ribbon our fleshly prisoned souls,
unreflected fetal light bends to time, succumbed,
to each we mouth a shout, listening to the vacuum sing reluctantly,
when you are in your moon, and I am in my sun.

When you nibble your moon and I consume my sun,
our often-tiered hearts palpate methods to construct
labyrinthine mausoleums to our coddled gods
who genuflect on glass kneecaps to their clownish creations;
when you nibble your moon and I consume my sun.

When you walk your moon and I run my sun,
time twists cruel icicles through our marrow,
our isolated bones call each to all. My flesh does not fit.
Our hallowed sighs rest on crucified stars, falling,
when you walk your moon and I run my sun.

When you throw your moon and I tempt my sun,
the dark matter between us mocks and cries its need:
Rockets love best when they explode.
Her now-anonymous diamond bleeds.
When you throw your moon and I tempt my sun.

When I am exiled on your vacant moon,
and you are swallowed by my swimming sun,
I ask the only-obelisk questions:
Can you ever know my marbled mind?
Will I re-touch your uni-starred soul?