You, Coatlicue

You
left too,
Coatlicue-
undressed and blue-
in plainest view
were made so new,
filled with dew,
and rued
few.

Ars Poetica

(I lost [count)ing in the den,]
(a long [time) made short work of what]
(ago, [might) be lasting affection.]
(we start [again), I'd left to]
(please? Try not to [be) entertained]
(angry, I'm [in) my mind, drawing]
(a daze and could use [some), kind of butterfly.]

Conjecture

When I was
four-colorable and green spots
(new) went undesired
we threw them on golden
sheets and slept in fire,
(red,yellow,orange).

O three-cycle, how can you not be
only blue and black?
With gentle necessity, you've said
"No" to white so many times I can't
believe I'll live without
this wavelength. Light-determined,
mauve and melancholy, our edge
dissolves and you're all-fine.

But which hue must become (or disappear)
should I choose to leave the plane?

Stone

A grizzle-man, bare, unkempt and blue-ragged
shoe-tied, grinned with rot-teeth, and slowly paced.
Raising hands in his thought-flood to idea-lift,
He gave his voice a name. Undone, the one-man
knee-fell towards me and offered me a stone.

Meditation in Silver

And light, man or water felt
unkind. His slight internment
left us subtly rearranged (For eyes)
and lost. I, you, left fingerprints,
breath on glass and ink. Presuming
all my innocence, your left hand
draws my right and lifts an eye.
Possessor, loving me is no choice; perhaps
here we die and say, together, and in time:
I was once, or I once was.

Hymn

May I keep you
close, O Lord,
since I have
no eyes
to see
a soul.

Might we, sheep, to
lose, O Lord (and)
whence, die knaves.
So sighs
do free
our lowe.

Say (it,) lie, (and) sleep. Fools'
doses, O Lord,
fence night (and) cave,
unwind,
new real(ities)
although

A day seeps (in) to
fuse, O Lord.
Hence, my have(n, you,)
too fined,
decreed
my soul.

Decision

Heaped, untilled,
I halt construction for
elegance. Briefly, untied
(and subsequently content)
I
count
to one.