the fragile vessel
this fragile vessel is four hummingbirdsdarting hovering tasting at lilacs
like bees they seem to have only one purpose
to find what is sweet or beautiful to linger
at the colorful mouths of returning spring
the fragile vessel that is four hummingbirds
has wings that cannot be seen
my body that is also four hummingbirds
like bees seems to have just one purpose
this particular human heart beats 132,480 times a day
opening and closing it must beat for someone
this fragile vessel is four hummingbirds
tracing the flower’s petals to where
the nectar sweet neck bows to the ground
i like bees with a single purpose
hover at the scent of your spring neck
taste at the flower of your lilac eyes
like bees this particular heart has one purpose
a fragile vessel this heart four hummingbirds
love poem on stone
i’ve loved herperhaps not like i should have
but more like the specks of white
thinnest and scattered salt
blended into this stone
she is the blade of grass
from scripture
the green and crescent hand
of the river whose sweat
she rolled into this stone
this stone whose river voice
has kissed at the edges of me
bent itself slowly
into the shape of
this stone
red stone small corazon
of shadow where the river of
her right hand her skin
thumbs fingers thumbs
caresses this stone
smooth stone work stone
that is the way i
should have loved her
like a slow rolling that brings
her scent into the wind