• red-walled

    the clock over my red-walled room sings eternity by the big Hand, yet the other says, here at the time of the heart that moves like the sea, and the seconds tick like snapshots that begins and ends in nothing,

  • sheared

    i had shaped and sheared the fabric between us, rearranged the stars, tilted the sun, and submerged the moon, all to reveal; but how could i have dared such sacrilege, when the shape of it must bloom by the breath of our shared exhale,

  • pomegranate

    sweet hades, this bride of Death asks for that tantalizing pomegranate, mother says not to eat a drop of what you offer, but for you, i will let myself be tricked into your lair, i have blind-folded myself in your tattered robes, your voice leads me; darkness is my new home and your kiss has…

  • flimsy

    how tenured these flimsy threads that attempt to fill this void, this void, that inevitably draws us in; where i must go, you too, gravity pulls through this all-swallowing space; i could give it all the roses and gold in the world and still it shall swallow me whole; i can’t help but fall in…

  • plunged

    this you have to do on your own, put out your right leg into the pool; love is waiting both feet in; and yours is still hanging out; you said this is all you ever wanted; the candle has been burning bright for years, and still you haven’t plunged into your deathbed,

  • of twos

    ah, the tides have receded, i find my eyes reflecting my lover’s eyes, to see reflection to reflection, infinity of twos; a microcosm of the universe in a piece of you and i; love, i haven’t felt this alive in a long time, i could tip over and know there is no end to this,

  • your hands

    i would walk through each constellation of stars of stories, willingly burn through each veil; step down the spiral stairs over and over, rip through the fabric of time, to come back; everything pales, no jewel, no charm, not even the sea, could compare to your hands,

  • surrender

    she devours me, rages, and tears through every fiber of my being; heedless, she demands, that i bow at her altar, i must bow, in complete and utter surrender; love is her worship, and i cannot unlock my eyes from hers even if Death has his scythe over my neck, 

  • cratered

    the rose unblooms even as your face shines upon it; it remembers the shattered vault, pieces of the sky falling, shards that cratered, permanently reshaping what it means to have opened your arms so completely,

  • constellating

    your hands have tuned the strands of my being for just this; the right strain, and the right elements, breaking apart and constellating, for exactly this; yet so unassuming, nothing can tell that underneath the veil of the sky is the sea,