corey spears

virgin denver

I wait for you.
My experience dull without your light
its green hue and distinct odor
all that is your light occasionally shines on me
are you cheating in your dreams?
we meet there
I wait for you still.
nothing facilitates this rendezvous
I try and it doesn't render me successful
your furtive movements;
bold and rippling and all mine
I wait for you.

the luckiest time continues to repeat

I came in from the rain that pours with indefinite weight since
you said no more.
Here I am in the only place I see you now.
nonetheless, out of the rain
smiling , you greet me
Angelic
Now you're selling food from a vending station.
Your eyes as green as ever
your shirt is white
you ask how how much I liked the plethera of gifts
I received from your parents for Christmas.
I say I gave half back to them
My heart filling with every word
each sentence a lifetime of healing
You ask if you can get me anything
I decline
I'm just not hungry

like paradise

cradle me
warm and perfect
I like your blue push
with a little white
My red is a generous mix in this virtual color chart
peace to my heart
slow to my head
winds carry the scents of love being formed all around
guava has my lips my sticky and sweet
unexpected formula
golden tan for winter minds
sun bleached hair for winter eyes
I smell miles and miles of desolate beach
and it is so fresh.
like paradise.

the 3 hwy to Folly Beach

There were two of you
Almost like a dream
yet absolutely conscious
One representing three loves of before
One clearly representing something new
racing to a finish that is jubilant
I feel drunk but still sharp-I take my picture
Forcing two to dive
Sewing fingers interlocking together in safety
who are we to experience such pleasure?
In unison there are dreams.
In unsion there a realities.
In unison there are departures.

on this epicycle

I can't tell if its ending or opening up even more
so many fantastic turns
rare consistencies keep reaing their heads
secrets reveal themselves and nobody flinches
brilliant and stupid all in the same
faster
slower
sudden and prolonged
more breath to change
more breath to find things the same
cyclical and contradictory
decorated and raw
Is there grace?
I lap it up with a thirst seemingly unquenchable