• wither

    oh custodian of my heart and soul, i am afraid the garden withers, the roses wilt in this drought, my lips long for water and your hands have gardened so much earth; please take mine

  • tulips

    the vessel leaks with every hammer, the shell cracked has twin tulips rising, untwisting and free, each tilted and bent neck and elbows uncocked and stretched with such relish, oh sweet sun; i have finally tasted you

  • vilify

    i must vilify love; what is sacred must be tested and torn to such cruelty and agony that should annihilation come to pass, it too shall be life-affirming—

  • drowning

    how do i look at you? i can’t look, without every subtle movement on your face overwhelming me, awash with so much of everything; i am terrified, my eyes rove fast and still not enough to drink you proper—without drowning;

  • unlike

    what does a whale see watching swallows take flight? what does a swallow see in the immensity of a whale? each unfathomable, skies and sea, sea and sky, so unlike; skimming currents

  • decadence

    your black body, diamond studded, curls around me warm; i could never have enough of the thousand suns seeded all over you, dripping decadence like you were made to feed lips that open wide

  • devolve

    why must you escape gravity, be drunk on that pull, devolve into total mush like thick moss deep in the woods, sink further, don’t be afraid, let it grab you by the legs and swallow you whole into the musk,

  • kneaded

    i don’t need to be kneaded like dough on a marble top, just meet me here where moonlight spills like milk, where honey dew rolls off the tip of a leaf, spring tastes like crisp apple and forevermore rests at the brink,

  • drink

    you pour me a glass of drink, but all i see is your wrist titled just right and liquid pouring like a hot stream, splashing against the sides of the glass; you offer it to me, but i have drunk from it before it has even touched my lips

  • cleaved

    your smile cleaves me straight down, head to two toes; i say i can’t take another heartbreak but here i am dancing to your every move, your willing sacrifice, neck tilted wide open; sweet lamb for your sharp knife—