To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace. - Ecc. 3

El Yunque, Puerto Rico


Sunday, November 7, 2010

heartsong or heartstrong

or both. enjoy. 

I know every vein in your body
have touched the ones
protruding at your forearms and the tops of your feet
pushed them and seen that they are both resilient and collapsible 
rising and falling
against your inner layer of skin
systolic pressure 
pushing your vessels outward
pushing you outward
and towards me
in rhythm
the rhythm of your heart beat
drumming in smooth two-step to the beat of my own
your blood
filling my chest cavity
dulling the sound of my heart
in the heart 
of this unfamiliar city
a city of hope
cracked into a million pieces 
and i dream pieces
of you from a half empty bed
i'd be content to know half of me
but sometimes you hold on so tight
that my heart has sprung a leak
and the constant drip
is out of cadence 
with the familiar, steady drum
we have constructed from human bone and 
human skin
tightened and secured
with plaited human hair
still slick and sweet smelling from the shower
yes, it is
out of cadence 
with that familiar, steady drum
beat myself every night
to quiet the circus marching through my chest
wondering if migraines are a normal side effect
or if by being sensitive to light
i can hide in the dark
or if a little cotton in the ears could
silence the noise
and i could just sleep in peace tonight
instead i feel like i am underwater
even my own voice is unclear
and you're gone so often that i can't
fall back in step with the music

then it starts to fade out

and in the silence
i create my own. 

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