Anacreon’s Place

Reinvention
because you started it
Of the heart
like we’re ever apart
Parts of me
that you made me like this
Electrons spin
and we are together
Madly
Boson orbits
the armpit of
strange worlds

tired anxieties fleshed forth the
broken table, chained the rotten
flame grid; Eucharistic sun for everyone
I disbelieved but was drawn by the gravity

shearing excuse from the linen folds
tabulating the requirements
of atom load to leech
bloated frogs on the
pond -
us one whether we realize it
or not -
golden scintillant dream shrouds 
lurch to life cast from the waves
by an unseen hand, or is it the sky?

Reinvention
Of the heart
Parts of me
Electrons spin
Madly
Boson orbits
Collocate

My eyes are
Useless in a
Realm of
Chronic night, must
Use feel and
Touch and smell;

I taste the ink and
Oil and dab the brush
Onto canvas I can’t
See, neither can
You, we must feel
Our way to paint, to
Burn, to breathe.