• what about

    you don’t speak; but, if i put words on you, would you mind? would it delight you to be named? spoken into? claimed as mine to do? for now i see you sitting on this nightstand, shaped by light, shadow, hands, my eyes, but what about word?

  • lampshade

    sunlight streams upwards above my bed frame, for a minute—ah, there is magic; but i am flopped over; i can see you but i can’t seem to take you in like i did a year ago; the lampshade says, it’s dark underneath it’s feet; but, lift me up, tilt me;

  • silver slips

    every clink of a ring linked is a promise on skin, ring after ring like chainmail draped over my head; it gets dark in here, the sun sets; and gets colder too; i am not sure if promises mean anything anymore; but the chains clink with every movement; silver slips over starlight, my lips whispers…

  • a single grain

    the weight of a drop of water on these unpressed palms weigh like rock on a heart; a single grain between our breath is like every land never walked upon; how could words speak when eyes meet eyes and the moon crescents; how could the skies not cry when unembracing twines and even the winds…

  • flesh

    for all that i have taken out of you; for all that i have eaten and broken; for all that you have given out of your self; i hope i have sweetened the flesh on my bones; should ecstasy sing on your lips with every bite then agony would make me sigh, 

  • capture

    don’t try to capture me, mirror; i wish to flow like the wind on your surface, don’t pull on my hair on the way; my shadow will kiss you; but don’t pull my colors; i would love to play; drape you, talk to you; but don’t visit my dreams; i love, love; and you are…

  • smokeless

    the tilt of your neck, and the left side of your head exploded; black leaks smokeless; it hovers unhosted; i wish it free, even as it’s devouring; i do not want the lips between my chest pinch; i do not want your hungry eyes; so let me turn away in peace, 

  • true as

    i must make bed with you, the shadows underneath mine demands it; wedded; bands of darkness whip and tighten; binded; this is as true as death; i am limp and folded; eternity is your realm, and repetition is hell as it is sweet,

  • devoid

    i watched the slither of your shoulders, your voice devoid; your teeth for eyes and these short bursts of you; but you play yourself well; or i have chosen to unsee simply, for you to exist; i am unsure of its blessing; but why must you not exist, even if it be detriment to me?

  • split

    where the river plays, and white spools around me, where white sings, where white pours in rivulets, where white wraps; and rains; take me back into the water; take me back into the water—i wish the stone to split—tell me you are here,