the rain is getting 
shorter 
an hour more 
a second 
breath 
and someone somewhere 
is speaking 
like a fire 
speaking 
exactly 
lightly 
clearly 
similar to a vale 
in which you get down 
and yet you are high 
or a soil 
which you do not decay into 
when the rain stops 
may I manage 
something to put down 
before scattering 
with the fireflies

I long to peer

In dreams I pull the floorboards up and swim deep down all night and then come up again. It's warmer than it looks, I tell myself, jump in.

From their house on the hill
in a land without seasons
he watched the seasons accumulate.
 
When he climbed the walk each night
the changing tides of blood
roared and quaked within his ears.
 
Behind his eyes one could sense
imagined vistas, improbable lifetimes,
the wayward gaze of a solitary male.
 
Water dripped in the clawed tub,
covered his chest but left his belly
exposed like some great shaggy raft.
 
As the children thundered on the stairs
their arms and voices thickened,

We are the slow burn. The sudden collision of our energies kindled the fledgling sparks, a convergence that made us hunger for a friction that would lead us to a luminous ignition. Alight with lustrous flare and nurtured with ferocious need, these flickers will cling, entire. Interminable heat building to a blaze that will consume.

Tongue of wasps... Snaggled teeth... Stealthily she skulks... In search of fresh meat... Her hands always steady... No shutter... No shake... A doom soaked performance... Featuring the Damsels of Dead Lake... Her tiptoes conjure earthquakes... Wretched devastation... Her seering gaze will lock you... In your own devised damnation... If ever you should see her... Don't bother running away... Lady Karma's everywhere... She'll get you anyway ®Crystal Price ®Crystal Cunha

How can you feel me?... You have no hands... You build & build... Yet bare no sun tan... Your feet show no scars... No callous or cracks... Your shoes still new... No ware on their tracks... How do you see?... With two glass eyes... One littered with sleep... One coated with stys... Your foundation is rotten... Your parts divisible... This is your fate... When you join The Invisibles ®Crystal Price ®Crystal Cunha