T.R. James Bray

I can see your eyes
behind this veil.
But I cannot feel your gaze.
I can hear your words, but your breath
...

Our night sermon
hovers still on the air.
Frees our slaves,
breaks the hourglass and
...

Your steeple is crumbling.
They're stripping crosses to melt
for some return.
The bell is gone from the tower.
...

We sit and let the cosmic dust fall above,
glints in the blackness of the night.
A cacophony of laughter
rises over pines and
...

What is that desolation?
That naked space.
Far behind this sunrise, past the crimson horizon
and the life I've made with you.
...

Your announcement shocked me a bit,
even though I knew it was coming.
But, to see the post, a declaration so pronounced 'Vaginoplasty'
made me dream.
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Fruit ripens on the branch,
tempted back to the earth.
Fungi and insects eat yesterday, shit tomorrow.
Mushrooms link everything,
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We lay beside each other
On our bed, looking at each other,
heads on pillows.
Like downy pink clouds at sunset hovering
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It flutters in the air, in whispers,
off the tips of tongues
for millennia.
As common as the movement
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We are taxidermists of time, trapping our feral lives,
echoes in the valley.
Our boundless times, surrounded in a surreal mist
a frozen instant.
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If I was dying, I would tell you
of all the places I have dreamed we would go together
but I preferred lying with you in our bed.
The stories would contain details of the food we would eat in these exotic places
...

This adapted mind map I live,
keeps popping up and asking me to adjust
So, I do.
The limits of my mental flexibility become obvious
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Do you remember that place?
The one you have always said was there,
if I looked hard enough.
When I was a child, I would peer into your long, thick, scarlet locks
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Mega good
noises that come from you.
Darling, dance with the deep tide
and pull
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Vegetation under a red moon
Lays under a rusted hue.
Not the moon's chosen value or tint, but it will take what it can get.
As we all do,
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My wife asked me if I had ever had a broken heart,
Immediately, my thoughts traced
her smile, her hips, her neck
Was I her first?
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