Exude gentleness And the universe hums in reply. Oh let me show you, I can move the earth, And it moves me. Lush, it calls to me; Ripples of sweetness Trapped in drops of dew– Ad infinitum.
A week of forgetting, well maybe six days,were spent pretending:I don’t have,I don’t have,I don’t missyou.I do love—but, from asafe distance, where I cansit in the self-enveloping numbnessthat embodied six monthsof separationand the Unknown fear ofan unsafe distance.I felt I could do it again, and I did,again and again, searching forNothing to feel.Nothing to miss.Maybe […]
Landscapes I would paint pictures of you If they would Do your formJustice butI can’t really wieldThat kind of brushWellEnough to captureThe way your bodyMoves The lookThe lines and Curves Of your fleshYou draw perfectionOnto every surface which youEclipse and push intoMy viewYou are the object Of which every landscape is Back cast Nighttime Lullaby You breathe. Deep and sharp, the breaths Rise and […]
Your wrists I have always known to be ThinSo much thinner than mineWith white skin Stretched tightPearlescent, I could see your Blue veins shimmer, Small tunnels, through yourSoft skin Mother, Your wrists were so paleBut your arms were so strong You held me so closeI would rub those wristsBetween my thumb andForefinger The motion, over your Warm, barely concealed by fleshLife force underneath I could feel […]
To Consume Consume: to altogether take up you, altogether take up me you, consume me devour me, you to I – the object of your consummation; I to you – the subject invading, no, enveloping the soft folds of my brain suffering from consumption this wasting disease of being overwhelmed by you eat me drink […]
Untitled my body is a vessel for misery i hold sadness in my bones and pain in my lower back; i search for balance like the scales that are my birthright, or the push and pull of the ocean tides which I seem to identify with so readily when I stand on the shores back […]
I cigarette limp in an unsteady hand while feet pace down the dark and lonely street the smell clings to the tendrils of fire like hair as ashes fall in the dark on soft, clean linen laying against the pillow smells of your skin and being “wish you were here” tears fall slowly reality is […]
My dead grandfather visited me in my dreams last night. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love dreams and I actually revel in my acid trip-esque dreams, but I have never put much stock in them. I’ve never really believed in divining things from dreams in the supernatural sense like if you dream about a black dog […]