He and She Stay With Me

She waits outside his building

Waits until someone else opens the door until she can slip in

The white concrete block walls seem sterile in the corridor she walks down

Finding the door to the stairs she argues in her head what she’s doing as she takes each step upward

Standing in front of the thick brown door

She softly raps on the hard surface with her clenched knuckles

Hopefully he won’t hear it

Just as she’s turning away he opens  the door and looks into the hall

Looks right at her with a question on his face

He leaves the door open and turns back inside to plop down on the blue couch that is in the middle of the living area

She follows him in staring at the back on his head

His dark hair and tall muscular build

She closes the door behind her

He looks up at her from the couch as she tries to muster up some type of sentence

Any cluster of words would do at this point

With tears in her eyes she softly says, “I can’t do this anymore.”

She puts her face in her hands and starts to sob

He gets up from the couch and lovingly takes her face in his hands

He lifts her chin up

Her eyes now staring up at him

In the softest whisper he says, “I know.”

He looks deep into her eyes and with her small face in his hands

All the built up passion and longing that he has he locks lips with her

Pulling away exhausted of breath he whispers one last thing, “I won’t let you go again, stay with me.”


Unfolding through open eyes, a globed

Explosion reproducing- brilliant

fetus enveloped in extending electric cloth.


Unfolding implosive origination, its interior

substance contorts, pulling, reeling

in to maintain osmosis as cluster

lights in the dark- stretching galaxies

streamline luminous textile.


The sun, smiles into unopened flesh in warm blushing orange flashes.

Harmonious light kicks inside, bouncing off etheric mists, aerial sieves

condense waves into droplets nourishing spring. Moist green skin

breathes beneath naked feet of a rounded mother-to-be.


The fetus, a crescent

moon, tucked into itself

reveals a silhouette thin light spilling

in the obscured pulsating black.


The womb holds the light of unopened eyes,

which melts through indivisible cells into melodic

nourishing stretching ligaments. Cocooned

inside red cotton, multiplying red pearls grow pounding in the viscous.


Born, flesh then beholds light, with open eyes, lit: shaded hazes, cold

yellows, and warm blues in etheric foams reflect the rotund sky. The

infinite unfolding proportional to the voyager’s crusade. A newborn

efforts movement, standing through his reflected.

Learned only within the invisible elusive memory. Unfolding glossy

firmament, the film of the eye, the opening of the mind, reveals an

unfolding dream. The mind imagines through translucent lenses.