• groundless

    come away with me, the woodlands call, the shadows grasp at my ankles, i am at the threshold; my hand will be held out just this one time; i am barely here for you, wrap your scaly body around my arm, come around my shoulder, hold me in your gaze, i will drop backwards groundless;…

  • jeweled

    don’t close the door, i don’t think i can survive this crossroad without you, please, the one soft as the wings of a doe, stay; i cannot hold the mantle of the heart for long, lend me your arms, and swipe the pedestal under the feet of those you think jeweled;

  • torso

    you pour water into my silence, with each cool glance of your smile, the spark on your cheeks— there are parts of me that have been strained for so long, come lose; my body now yearns to sing like rilke’s archaic torso of apollo 

  • raged

    i have loved you since the red veil slipped from my sleeping eyes, since the first strum of your cells, since i could see and remember the shape of your rounded, soft heels against the mud; i have, always, but i couldn’t hear you; i couldn’t hear you through the cloud that muffled your voice,…

  • love

    every night i die and am reborn again; i have gone through a thousand deaths in mere days so that somehow we meet again in the plains of wild roses; its a long way, i have some more dying to do; love, i am exhausted,

  • thighs

    i want us to kiss like the two thighs of a human body, and move swinging with and past each other in total entanglement—and the world surges around us, pulsating, vibrating, throbbing; oozing milk and honey / ecstatic—

  • read

    these lines tremble to be read, the splayed ribs; the curved neck, begging for teeth; the lips heated, parted, and the nape lit like a thousand suns spilling molten curled down the spine, and yet, no eye reads, nothing deepens the depth of gazing and the torment of untouched quakes through; i shudder at the…

  • rested

    every night i drink you through the skin, like the sun dipped under the sea, strings of warmness seep into the underbelly pooling like liquid fire under my breast; and should dream-like wakefulness be, this under the eaves of your long lashes i find myself rested,

  • abyss

    i could die in the valleys of your cheeks, through rain or thunder, your eyes could swallow me whole and i would whisper; take me, let me float forever in the abyss of your being,

  • precipice

    your name plays on my secret smile, the sound dances over the curve and cupid’s bow ready to strike; i have trapped your name under the tongue for so long, it’s hissing out; sweet precipice, it’s thundering—the lungs pump like bellows— fire!