I Offer You My Hand

3 poems about hands...

All of these poems were first published in As Above So Below.

Chestnut

have you noticed the half open umbrella
		newborn, leaves of the chestnut?
they hang down like bats with their leafy wings cocked just so

my baby falls asleep satiated
	her hands make the same shape
		tipees of soft pink flesh, soft as down-turned lilies
				forgotten in her sleepiness 

ready to spread open when she wakes

I slide my finger into the socket of her palm
	the heart of the leaf, centre of the flower
		the tipi's fire 

she unconsciously grips it

a stick to burn, a first wand
	to wave and command

her face flickers in a small flame of a smile
I rock her gently
her quiet breathing whispers of her future self 

a spirit spire
	moving heavenward 
		like a twist of smoke

Must I die to be loved by you?


You didn’t want me to be yours 
full of midday excess, 

where I could conjure a thousand hands
and all of them would be yours.

I didn’t need to light candles, 
set no scene. Just the oil of words
and the fresh folds of snow 
forming us together.

The disappearance of us 
in a puff of steam gave me nightmares.

I saw you pulse fire from your 
wounds, I would rather have kissed them
than die.

I have bathed in salt, and dreamed
I forgive you, it stung like a paper cut.

There are still flowers here, floating 
beside flowers, all sopping. 

I am ready now you are gone. Of course. 
When I die, wrists slit by the crisp edge 
of  a meteor.

Words will be an umbilicus
between us, we will shoot regular stars 
from there to here. 

Here to there. 
Burning out like wishes.

(for those innocent people, or those who have missed the birth of microdots a microdot is a tiny LSD infused tablet)


With Laura, a Microdot and the Universe...


A half blind girl in the midst of a thunderstorm sky cracked itself like a purple egg, eggs can be purple in this universe, were we are all connected. I read it´s a silver thread, but on this acid I see a rainbow, bursting from us to the inverse lightning of a tree branching your names in the sky, where I dissolve. Where I dissolve I am holding your hand, I am a spinning top human, and so are you and we, we are all holding hands. And is it your hand or my own hand that is dizzy? Have you ever felt dizziness in your hand? In your palm flinging out fingertips like a Catherine wheel? This is a million million hands overlaying, inter-being mine and I am you and you are me and there is no separation there-is-no-goddamn-separation. How am I so alone? 

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