• live

    “it’s a secret,”“you won’t tell me?” “it’s not that i won’t tell you, it’s that i can’t”“why?”“you live it to know it,”

  • yes

    “the stars are falling, can you see?” “yes, i can see them through your closed lids,” “hm…can i stay here, every day, every day, forever and forever? in your field of roses, milking moon, and your warm back?” “yes”

  • unclaimed

    don’t ruin it, these eyes when they open to you, please, the shutters are painful, i have learnt distance can kiss from the soft slopes of your shoulders, from the tremble of my hands, i know i spell love where fear exists; but, i can’t help it, i must make angels of monsters, daydreams of…

  • less

    “it’s cold,” “it is, isn’t it?!” “why are you so excited?”“‘cause we agreed on it; it’s somehow shared, and then you feel…less cold…”

  • eat

    snap—”you cut the pincers like this,” crack—”break the backbone like this…you see? there are no gentle hands to eat,” my fingers curl into fists, “don’t worry, flowers will eat you one day too!” she winks,

  • spell

    “you are up there, that star is you,” your eyes shine, “it’s not true of course, but it’s real because the two of us believe it,” I smile, “and there is me!”‘Shh… don’t question this, you can break open the star and read it, but a spell is a spell; it’s woven between two hearts,’…

  • Here

    “Where are you going?” you ask; I slip between lonely bodies, and say, “help me turn the noise off,”“Here,” slipping on those headphones from a once-upon-a time love, “but don’t you want to stay?”“I can’t, I don’t want to see what I don’t want to see,”“It’s just us,” —confused“There is forever in silence, and I…

  • circle of hands

    since i could not have the circle of our tiny hands linked forever; i will have each of ours that have paired to a forevermore; feet dancing to eyes euphoric in the other’s gaze, each rhythm intensifying, spiraling in a hall of mirrors—in my dreams, roses fall from the sky,

  • tune

    the well has dried up, the sea rests in my eyes; a longing for a secret rhythm, a tune lost that haunts me; the tiger’s eye holds a quiet demand; i refuse to let these knees kiss ground; your eyes will hold the very thing that you study entombed in me,

  • snip

    the house of worship raises its’ walls around me, the ink in my hands evoke the blood in my veins to spill into white; all of me wants to grip into you, sink till everything that is me is undone in you; but i can see the flashes behind your shuttered windows, and i must…