• unfleshed

    these eyes wander through silvery places, these chaotic weaves of tangled leaves branching, branching, where does it all begin? i feel pale, unfleshed, the sun seems unfocused, i can’t find what i am looking for, something that held me, something that outlined me, something Real; it’s gone, and i am left blind,

  • ate silence

    i ate silence, and emptiness, fistfuls of nothings, if you could eat nothing, and nothing, and still somehow fill full, what alchemy, as if i have caught the edge of a cloak that glides on the far reaches of stars, fathomless, formless;

  • red blossom

    i know you overpour like you are blessed with a never-ending fountain, but you are hunched over, love; you have caved inward, fetal, shuddering—something strains and cries for the waters to hold the red blossom afloat; gosh, i can’t hear the strings taut too long, it grates me, my teeth grinds and ears begs for…

  • crucified

    there is a space where you used to be, that gapes ragged, torn by something so hungry, i couldn’t have blinked once nor a soft gasp escape my lips; i wish i have never met you; i wish i have never met you, but here i am crucified and nailed for your taking, . .…

  • trembles

    i kiss with the knowing that you will go one day, vanish as if you have never existed; so ephemeral is this touch, so tender; love, every look i give trembles with the last, . . . .

  • ripened

    there are pearls popping out of the folds of my heart, they plink and roll around me blushing, i say unbitten; but your hungry maws have gathered around my belly, begging me to eat; but i can’t, i have eaten sweetness, and i can’t have another bite of that saltiness that thirsts for more; i…

  • sheathed

    i thought i had known these eyes, yours too, my hands and your arms, the tilt of your brows; but, i am not so sure now, i look at you and see unknowability, like the far reaches of the universe; i could never know you, nor i me, all i see is the form mystery…

  • slumber

    i have waited in these fields of wild violets, in the cool silence of a moonless night, not a living breath has stepped unto the lushness, and i have remained rooted like a wintry leafless tree, deep slumber, satiated but never; awakened

  • silence tenses

    each barefoot step you take bursts with a plume of morning glories, the lines that shape you, curve and dips, flares like the sun trapped underneath a sheath of gossamer muslin, the very air melts to the ground, and silence tenses like the quivering feet of a rabbit before the maws

  • drowning drunk

    water gushes from head to toe, rain and flood, waterfall thundering since the moon lifted itself out of its reflection, the bridal chamber shall remain forever untouched no matter the treaded floors, the veil casted down—and soft silence; no one shall ever know, but what passes through her lips in the depths of darkness only…