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Jason Featherstone Poem
March fell against you
Like a cockatoo.
Leaned and ignited,
A burning chorus
Of quiet orchids
Yells me to your
Distance.
Our love dies
As before it began,
In silence.
Vast and internal.
The night stretches
Abandoned arms of
Battered silence
Across your great light.
I remember your light
Under the skin of the moon.
That our bodies could find
Each other in the clear
Singing of midnight.
The night lives in the
Stiff shape of your
Body, with two
Mouths that touched
And reduced the sea to
A heavy drop of sap.
You were the sudden beginning
Of jasmine, occupied Autumn,
The still noise of violets
Opening through the earth.
And now
You close with apricot
Feathers and polished clay.
You finish my lips to the
Pregnant, distilled
Weight of
Your mouth.
My kiss is a dead
Pollen emptying it's dark
Labor to the memory of your
Prompt mouth.
You have taken the
Orange laughter of your face
That once paled the moon to the
Nocturnal water of a blue flower
And bloomed it to stillbirth
Within my constant heart.
I remember when,
You closed your eyes against mine,
And you slid shut, shuddering,
The entire sparrows of a founded
August and you filled me
Like a full, fluid fruit.
I spread out against you,
Moving in all directions
Trying to gather you
In pronounced handfuls
Of the long ocean
Of your body.
You are one convulsing
Weather,
Gathering my blood
Into a thin
And whitening pulse
Beating into this night that
I do not hold you.
Your voice was a remote
Path of apple songs, clusters
Of Rosemary and melon, stars dropped
Into cut grass, a fluttering body
Of seaweed and butterflies.
I followed the ripe rhythm that
Throbbed smooth the tight wreathed that
The afternoon left in the corners of
The glacial silence.
I remember holding you
Like lily licked honey
Lilac, when I held you
I held everything.
You depart now in the fluster
Of syllable stars, you drop from
My eyes into a peeled streak of
Lightening, you seep into me
In all the stillness of the
Morning vases of cold origins.
Your voice invades all
The places I once held you,
Which is everything,
A eternity of footfalls
You left in the snow.
Your loss is the only
Thing I own.
One name stands now
In my heart. One long
Storm of leaves, quiet
Cellars, breathing
Distance.
This is the one
Thing that matters
To me.
These are the only lines I
Can now hold.
Love always dies in bad poetry,
We are left with nothing.
I wanted you to know
Everything, but this darkness
Is without night.
Copyright © Jason Featherstone | Year Posted 2015
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Jason Featherstone Poem
If night had memory, you would be
Soaked in darkness, a refusal of light,
Imprinted permanently, a flower etched in
Snow. I caught your lunar lip in a
Orchard of arrived song. I hold you
As the darkness does. Without citric
Borders or day lamed noise.
If night could shape you in a four
Winded colour, you would bloom
And burden out the darkness into
Your own utter beauty. You fall
Unborn weather into my arms in
Murmurs of fruit and flesh. I love
You as you darkly rise from my body and
Bring dawn into me.
If only for tonight we could dispel
Time and root into solid night,
A journey through through limbs, a long
Syllable of chestnut, a kiss along
Naked nerves. Stumbling out of earth
Our bodies are damp with sipping sea
And skin, calming storms and blood roses.
I love you in divinity, I love you in hidden autumns.
I love you without wanting and find nothing but wanting
I love you as the night needs day to become
Itself.
Copyright © Jason Featherstone | Year Posted 2015
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Jason Featherstone Poem
I love you without surrender or
Abandonment, without stars or the
Months fragrance, without need or
Desire.
I love you as nothing is my own.
I love you as the night steals life.
I love you as you move through me
And the Earth is born.
I do not love you as a shatter, an arrived
Kiss, a ardent dream, but as a feed root
Constructing my timber dropped by memory
Into a thick skin of time.
I love you as time loves passage.
I love you as a curved ending needs
The slender of dawn.
I love all your places, quiet and feathers,
Blood as soil, infinity starts in you, dust
And June, I love you for everything that
Begins and lives in me.
In the end, I love you for the darkness you bring
And the eternal light.
In the end, I love you now
As always.
Copyright © Jason Featherstone | Year Posted 2015
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Jason Featherstone Poem
I love you without surrender or
Abandonment, without stars or the
Months fragrance, without need or
Desire.
I love you as nothing is my own.
I love you as the night steals life.
I love you as you move through me
And the Earth is born.
I do not love you as a shatter, an arrived
Kiss, a ardent dream, but as a feed root
Constructing my timber dropped by memory
Into a thick skin of time.
I love you as time loves passage.
I love you as a curved ending needs
The slender of dawn.
I love all your places, quiet and feathers,
Blood as soil, infinity starts in you, dust
And June, I love you for everything that
Begins and lives in me.
In the end, I love you for the darkness you bring
And the eternal light.
In the end, I love you now
As always.
Copyright © Jason Featherstone | Year Posted 2015
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