• hollowed

    only hunger knows how to love like its death, flesh unscathed in the inferno; your canines asked what would you give for this—i would give the very thing that beats hollowed in the shape of you,

  • raven

    the raven cries; i hear the hiss in the underbush; gooseflesh sing like sirens at your teeth and claws clicking; my blood burns to drip scented down this pale moon; give me your deepest dark, death has already kissed these lips strung upside the Tree—nothing you do, will make me tremble,

  • strike

    i have only a single note that sings pure since the first earthquake; the valleys under your smiling eyes pull me to wish that this music dances to yours—when your first thunder strikes,

  • coiled

    the wooded path has its footprints covered, virginal and unseen; moistness saturates the air, dew drops tipped like jewels, and thick earth permeates; there is heat beating underneath it all, coiled to burn and molt; where fire and water, mud and air, oozes electric; the cauldron stirs, the dragon breathes,

  • strawberry

    i hope you eat me as deliciously as this strawberry bursts in my mouth; your flesh for my flesh, they say you are cruel, infecting death, but take me as insidiously as this sweetness slips down my throat, embed your darkest and most sensuous creatures into my carcass; slow burn into me,

  • underbelly

    there is no space in your kingdom for the underbelly, i can see disgust in your eyes, and my hands tremble, this lowly feet sinks to the earth, where heart meets death and finds home,

  • toes touch

    because i cannot talk to you here, i have gone across time to speak to you, crossed dimensions and dreams; sometimes i think, my story has been written by your hand, the precision is so like you, and i must have nodded in my sleep, holding the flame that is you and me, and stepping…

  • missed marks

    it’s hollow; the laughter that spills ring sweet but hollow, there is an undeniable sadness that permeates like thick moss in my lungs, what was given but never truly drunk, and what had awaited, never truly met, missed marks mark the corner of your eyes, and my lips; tragedy has a love deeper than the…

  • space in between

    even silence burns, smoldering embers, stoked in heat so high any other flame will pale in comparison, the void from which every other is born, and yet we say the stars are brighter than the space in between,

  • deafening

    those waves crashing against the cliffs have quieted down, most turn away in that moment of stillness; nothing more to it, they say, the play is over, but no mountain can compare to my insistence, to penetrate silence no matter how deafening,