we are the pilgrims
left and right
depth perception in pure sound

when i sing, you dance and
as you slide, i paint
the ocean with our lips

when you rise, i deepen and
as i root, you spread
your leafy throat to the wind

we are the rhythm and
the timbre and
the tones

we are the pilgrim.

eu trago-lhe flores
com ascensão do sol
você traz-me flores
com o jogo do sol

nossas maneiras
são como esta:

levanto, você cai,
flores

—–

i bring you flowers
with sunrise

you bring me flowers
with sunset

our ways are like this:
i rise, you set,
flowers

sob a árvore brilhante
eu cito quase Hafiz
mas como suas palavras
lance de meu coração
faltam meus bordos
e encontre-se com
meus olhos com fome.

under the glowing
tree i almost recite
hafiz but as his
words bubble up from
my heart to my
lips they meet my
eyes instead.

O meu melhor amigo está morrendo
ele deixa-me deslizando
no papel a noite
que reflete
a lua pálida.
diz-me que
tudo será
fino.
nos deslizamentos do papel
na noite
na lua.

a lua girou
bilhões de vezes
olhando através das janelas,
e eu não estou sozinho
em meus pedaços.

my best friend is dying,
leaves me slips of
paper in the
night reflecting
the pale moon.
admonishes me that
everything will
Be Alright.
in slips of paper
in the night
in the moon.
the moon has circled
a billion times,
looking through windows,
and i am unalone
in my tears.

morning cycling
i forget the world
in the mhhhhh hoooo
of breath

just been awhile
since i felt the wind
rubbing my shoulders
that way

just been awhile
since i heard the wind
singing ecstatically
in my thighs