by Paul Hina
water might run is too
difficult to translate while experiencing
the constant amazing thrill of the
universes your fingers can expose
on my body simply through making
believe we deserve the worlds that
float around us when we embrace
so if in falling away you were to
cause these little lands to sink
then how could i understand the
concept of god without the fluid
we consume when lying so close that
nothing else can be eaten but
dreams that float dangerously close
to the edge of forgetting that we
had ever ruled separating countries
second rose
the closer we get. to owning the embrace
of wedding dances is hovering a song to
be plucked from the liquid heaven sky of
the fruitless whisper our hands tend to
make when they collapse onto each other's
flesh
and when that song falls there will be an
unclosing where each perfect noise will
scatter sounds like windows around us where
there can be collected an audience that
will become witness to the white music calmly
pursuing the ravage our bodies push into
when we meet to play
somewhere a sound dreams what we have become
in this glass house's speckling sun onto
us like hot raining gold
somewhere a sound experiences beautiful, and
it is in the rumors of hands that you
invented it from softening all that surrounds
you
somewhere sounds like forever when you are
near
third rose
when in our bed and drifting with
newly enveloped sleep to opposite sides
of this dream we have there we come
always together again with previous
chilled bodies succumbing warmth
something unaware of its enormous worth
finds growing inside itself a certain
delicious taste with each flesh my tongue
discovers before we, in the darkness, sleep
inside these sensual lights we become while
twisting arms for the dance of kisses
believe in me always to, and never for, the
days when the numerous strings we find tying
us into hearts remain ablaze while giving
this lifetime another day you breathing me
and me breathing you
fourth rose
little worryings hither and fro
all the while the walls of the
theater of love remain still and
upright as a setting for the first
of playing out the many acts of
understanding how it is we need to
contemplate each other when longing
in presenting dialogue with lights
covering the intense whitening of
this scene's snowy dust that merrily
dances in and out of my stammers
stuttering as many little love you's
in such a fragile run towards carefully
protecting one verbal affection safely
cupped between my two hands for any
new breathing you might exonerate from
the numerous dramatic depths you contain
fifth rose
just a little stay is what i ask
with salty tongues licking the
wait so long it almost happens
a somewhat time longer until our
kiss splits
the chemicals of our forms so
bodily becoming tremendous in
the intunements we have created
since our atoms swung together
into bells
and the world goes round in a
box of heads spun always spinning
circles like dizzy drunks in the
mist of bliss
sixth rose
she is so every only new
that could ever be tenderly
swirling her hips towards a
series of half eaten poems
called her legs sharing within
me the religion of leaving one's
hand on the womb of the reason for
recognizing existence
beneath the lungs of her embraceable
inspiration breathes every love
around me alive with words to paint
for her twinges of her most slightest
gift curling inside me feeling for
friends
(there will follow from now a careful
placement of words so that i may be
allowed the time to fully contemplate
that way you move)
very simply very very
seventh rose
her body give me rest minus the why are you
not in my bed minutes equals and will always
be without the logic of equation
and don't forget those perpetual sculpting
meaningfuls creating precise definitions for
perhaps something like your hair briefly
traipsing into my mouth
as well as the other million and a half tiny
reasons i'll never pause or stop to not be
thinking of anything but you (for example
the noise my body makes when struck by the
stillness your body's flesh permits me in
this new enormous world of untravelled space
we have made where there continues to happen
a goodness no one else will ever be able to
unequally know)
eighth rose
all the neighbors of my body are
the many entangled limbs of you
tying several wishes together
around me as if to release me of
all things wanting
my head buried above breast
pillows itself inside the soft line
from your shoulder to your neck
that seems to be a crease where
all my dreams (so wonderfully scented)
have been folded
and now in this procession of many
celestials flipping mid-air into
parades i hear, while carving with
hovered fingers the shapes of our
children into the nape of your neck,
somewhere words spoken that manifest
an echo that travels elsewhere coloring
the caves we had previously inhabited
into the most pleasurable domes of many
skies falling one after another into a
single blue streak that calls heaven into
question
ninth rose
a man who hides from needing tenderness
finds himself sleepy in the calmness of
the intense feminine water that falls cascading
into my imaginings when asking what it is about
those hands that so softly and without method
dissolves every uncaring that has on me surfaced
etching a million elusive profiles of each strand
of hair that animates easily the cartoon curves
that god gave every woman adding in your singular
case a hum only i can hear in my chest heaving a
sing that never guesses a voice that better sends
me, unnerved, to the uncontrolled pressing we will
ensue
i have grown strong in lengths of life without
sweetness such as the succumbing of a lullaby or
other worldly warmths other than the beds i have
stretched by my own jaws lifting into music that
yawn that only exhales from beneath this lonely
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sp; and yet when on our together with you singing
into me with the sinking we concur i can't help but
exaggerate motions of you swimming the channels of
my mind with that gentle way-you-do you have like me
being every night born for the first time wrapped
around your many compositions flying through the air
of this breathless boy
and though the pieces i had previously collected
have collapsed you are there with hush me hands
(quietly fingers)telling me with that truth life
knows only inside sleep and i have only really slept
in the womb i knew of in a long ago woman, whose
interiors could never contemplate that silent rhythm
we create awakening these flowers that have rested
waiting to bloom for you
tenth rose
i learn reckless while you are
away playing many curious melodies
with those mysterious instruments
one finds inside himself when he
suddenly realizes loving you is
an easy song to sing along with
and how is it that your music has found
a better way every day to send me
tripping to find more of that sound
just to try and keep up with how
much the thought of your each and
every significant billows with ease
into me always to submerge everyday life
so as to concentrate on your next
explosive virtuosity
i call out your name in each conceivable
silence that barely registers whispers
inside this orchestra you have so
effortlessly intended to come up on,
against, and through me
and now my darling i try never equaling
to match the most unchallenged gesture
you perform regardless of what it be
only to surrender into the birds that
are coming slowly opened from the music
you gave me where fists filled with
handfuls of my insurmountable love will
immediately declare a new thing they
adore about you
eleventh rose
a goneness comes quickly over me
the minute i think you when there
approaches the lack of you suddenly
being away begins to measure the
countless moments the vision you
are can't be seen in my eyes
there are pictures numbering each
one i am in the many infinities my
imagination conjures thinking of
new expressions that could in several
different possibles across your face
be invented
my arm extends in these processes
testing the ethereal line of fantasy
where we are muchly the same as
any fantastic rendering of art or
divinity making angels with my
shadowed fingers just to apprehend
another way to shake some of this
dribbled scattered everywhere light
that reflects as many reasons to love
you as there are stars beyond your
naked eye
and in these paradises i conclude
that though every sliver of time we
spend with one another itself becomes
multiplied in its immense pure
unboundless wonderfuls like the million
mental movies it produces representing
what you might do, or look like doing it,
is what i'll get to enjoy while we're
away making miracles melt the miles
into kisses meeting again
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these amazing different puzzles we are
together are many times broken for the
joy we will concoct in the piecing of
the learn-who-you-are lifetime that
stands at the root of the heart we
are growing into, the life we will
become
these bits of person we were live in
memory of the easily forgettables such
as where it will go, or where i hoped it
would be, will fit like comfortable with
the elegance of the billion believables
that surface from my flesh with every
whispering your hands create when they
speak your fingers as lips to kiss another
piece of this love into place
so when it all comes finally together and
our legacy has left nothing but rings of
dust i will peer down(from wherever it is
our home, like the deepest imagined puddles,
may float) while reaching to embrace that
brilliant body of yours because that is
what i will know
unwrapping snow for sarah
1
your kiss exposes me to a world that
floats in deep never ending bliss where
we twirl together rolling in a deep salty
sweat across the sliding fingers of god
hands that travel all the way to the edges
of every many stimulation we discover
my tender folded lips taste your hair
that dries lazily into slightly curls
rushing damp again into a singing mouth
where lips sway into a dancing by old throat
lights as shadows of a kiss surpass the
neatly folding over of eternal layers
where stars glow as bright as newly born
flesh
and you paint on me shades of blushed
heat with hands that drive nails so
fingerly real into me that truth drips
from the sharpest tips of knowing forever
is to taste a woman so ripe that her limbs
fall from a tree of girl body providing
her body's fruit so touchably warm as soft
pastry breathing life fresh as parades of
dumb blind excitement run miles with a
speed around a world that crumbles beneath
us
2
i have danced in moments so frequently
fantastic as forever you reminding me
that tomorrows are coming where the wet
breath such as love so quietly whispers
in the ears of secrets that surround us
like everywhere snowflakes calming the
fever of passion soft like the center
of pleasure rhythms we invent tangled
in torsos
in this house of constructed flesh and
bone is a single body deformed by the
elegant forgetting of limbs wrapping
haphazard around the solid nowhere of
a frantic kiss tumbling into a repeated
convulsion that slides so silently into
simplistic embrace
and when we finish every many eternity
we have made by splashing body into body
until we have crashed our last inevitable
we will simply dance forever while heaven
admires our subtle collision in a constant
hesitating snow that continues to fall
while never touching the ground
3
i have held flowers uprooted from the
earth by the strength in my hands
i have cupped their delicate wings,
moistened them within my lips’ subtle
kiss, trying all i can to keep them
beautifully a part of the nature of all
the fragile somethings, flimsy as they
decorate the eye
but you are a deeper flower pumping water
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sp; through the body of the garden of all
flowers that look to you for handfuls of
sturdy together holding finger fed rain
with the heated breath of a disappearing
cloud
and every newest day warms newborn roses
with the many colored lines of softening
that follow it in the springtime beautiful
you have collected
but in the absence of my power to truly
remove you from your home there is a little
dying that happens in every suddenly that
loses you again
there are no hours without your flowers,
and there is no joy on earth that equals
the taste of your moist petals sending
shivers through the dirt of this painted
growing life
so, i lie awake through the many nights
of buried wait while i struggle to glimpse
always sleep where your drooping rain
feeds my dry world that will grow from
your collapsing hands, folding fingers,
as delicate for me to uproot a kiss from
you long into the morning
4
when time passes so quickly that
memory fades our lives into quick
shots of damaged movie i will play
a projected you, from here to hours
ending, with the length of your hair
lightly caressing the hands of images
past seducing it to fantasy
when your eyes light up as they
do discovering a thing so new a
world spins in their blue glowing
of white water light dots imitating
silvery dust in the center of a
lovely puddle of mirror sitting so
still only a kiss could take them
from a journey into drowning lips
and from those same lips part a
speaking or a smiling that shares
a sound so crisply tuned to the
wind of silent beaches that causes
a whistle to huddle together with
a melody to sing a song so constantly
music as a wave traveling just to
catch your breath
again
5
in a frame i call window is a clear
portrait of you that i have stared into
for an imperfection that i have not
learned to adore
and though it is hard to declare even
the slightest flawed gesture or imperfect
motion of form i find it harder not to
lose my way traveling the length of your
long body curving towards graceland
there is a swirl somewhere inside you
that swings like a dancing when you walk
so slowly a waltz that your running will
make me fall a little inside tripping to
catch you without butterflies forming
like a weapon in my gut
and though your legs are often resting
it is still a painful exercise of futility
not to suggest a looking up and down of the
smooth surfaces that for a million reasons
will cause me such headaches trying to
understand where so imperfect a line is
so elegantly bent
and by what tools but your delicate hands
can they be made so artistic by their
crossing one over another with the elegance
of warm clay shaped by god’s own magic into
everything you
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only in the quiet miracle of
snow can water fall from the
many secrets of sky that softly
conspire to combine a pile so
white a light that it could, at
top of sky, glow as bright as
your eyes softening rain
all things shining know that
you are an object so warmly
gigantic that all things would
quiver under the brightness of
your completing electric smile
and miracles will be hushed when
following in the shower of your
sparks always trying to lighten
their lulls by standing in the
sparkling dust light of your
glowing tail of golden sun being
eclipsed by your constantly cunning
curves to march with the happily
snow sharing secrets with the stars
in the funny of real laughter
7
in the wide open arms of memory
stands an image of you in a spring
wind so engulfed by the silent
birth of everywhere flowers or
crumbs of your loveliest gestures
exposing every viewable landscape
to blush a sweeter shade of rained
on colored glass as lightly moist
as a picture of perfect pillows for
dreams of heaven breezes blowing
slightly more fragrant descriptions
of the places my mind goes when you
perform the slightest motion such
as parting your hair with those
things so smally judicious as your
fingers
and as the spring disappears, as
pictures tend to do, and you close
your embrace inside yourself to
wrap that friendly familiar body
up in that elegant way you have
while chilling your mouth into a
wonderful tiny girlbreath shaping
that slick flirting smile into
kisses where the air must memorize
another glorious season with all its
new colors of amazing trying always
to attempt a dream so beautiful that
it could be seen through the art of
oceans that flow in your eyes
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i have given thought to the
construction of a make believe
palace to hang all the pictures
of you taken quick in your tiniest
most isolated poses of daily grace
so animated by the lovely lines
drawn by a master so true to his
craft that your skin is still the
shape of his softest clay mixing
a million miracles every time you
speak or play like a permanent moving
image of an imagined happiness turned
perfectly into a giddy little
