• but yours

    the band warms your finger; what was yours, you give; i am confused by your giving; i have kissed that movement so many times; i still do not understand it; i know what i have for you, always; but yours have questions spilling from my lips what would otherwise be full in silence,

  • constricted

    the coils wrap tighter, i hadn’t thought of tighter spirals; but these lines impress me, constricted; criss-cross cuts; wired, pieces and fragments; i don’t want to forget but i have forgotten, i like overlaps, words on top of words, with enough of it i am back to the beginning, 

  • beyond

    i will drink the poisoned cup your hands drop into mine; even if the moon sets behind your eyes; i will drink it, and long after the embers have smothered; i will still hold nothing against you; how could i fight what is beyond me; how could i fight..

  • upside-down

    when you said forever, i remember i took a picture of the sky upside-down, and there was sweetness in the cup between us; i hadn’t said anything then; forever seems numbered now; i watched the word break; and even now i said nothing; i am not sure what i have found between then and now;…

  • hearsay

    i am sure you do too, given how elaborate and simple your schemes are; someone might look at me and say hearsay; but, i have only found you in the bottom of my drink; pitch-black sweetness; i am sure you love entertainment as much as i; so would you please, open that door for me,…

  • black

    watching you, tells me saving does more harm than good; wrapping you rots me, and its been seeping into these feathers; laden, ladened by your resentment of need and freedom; this is not done out of hatred although it is; tinged dark, but thank you, these whites have been looking for its black for too…

  • again

    pull the drops of every tear and sweat, and wrap the age around me; what disrupt the flow of time, unspool, loosen into the wind; make me remember, make me remember; erase the forked path; take me to the point of choice; what was must be again, 

  • kneeling

    i know it speaks a language of its own; the waters spill where palms face upwards in prayer; poisoned; i have thought only honeyed milk drips down those skies; but there is thicker, richer red where my ankles have sunk deep kneeling for so long,

  • paper cut

    that whitest white, cuts blood; the purity of a paper cut flick into the whites of my eyes; for a second i cried for you, i would worship; but then i remember, you walk on two legs too; you say the mirror is where you realise that the knife is cursed; but i have plunged…

  • hangman

    don’t look to me like that; accusation, the fall—my fault; don’t you dare tell me, that i had swiped the jewels unprompted, don’t you tell me that grace had slipped off in my presence; you stand on your books, as i do mine and you—are holding the hangman’s rope in your own hands