• silk

    fold me like silk between your fingers; unfold me, and refold my knees pressed to my forehead, arms wrapped, unwrapped, fingers twined, untwined, straighten my folds, and fold again; as many times as you wish, pull me through your hands and snap me in the wind,

  • ignites

    there must be a price for the madness that pushes a girl’s hand to claw through earth, stick and hands, clawing clods of earth; repeatedly, repeatedly, taken, something taken—only the touch of deathless ignites the Night,

  • kept

    i am not willing to go against the grain; i cannot; the promise has been sprung open, and the First word must be kept, even if i must lose you, i cannot lose this—the breath of my being—and even if i will it, i cannot abandon it, because from it, i can be of you,

  • knees

    you have gathered my hair, roped it around your fist and have pushed me without warning into your waters that spill from your hips; and you said breathe; how could i? you asked me to willingly drown, repeatedly, and yet love slips through your lips; i could hear no lies, and everytime, i drop to…

  • must

    she says, strip, descend, you must let the winds whip; descend she says, while she held my hand in-step with my feet, she says descend, and i must, she will tear apart anything i hold in my hands, even you, even you,

  • raining

    i saw your eyes, i saw the slant of your smile away; i saw the tilt of your neck, all the angles; away; i begged for my eyes to be taken away, the door opens and sand piles on the carpet; hot winds; dunes, it’s raining in the desert, 

  • smite

    grind me into dust under your heel; even if i ever rise, pull me down; stone me, turn me into dust again, so i may flow into your breathe; and out again, i will straighten my spine with audacity and float again, just to feel the smite of your hands, again, again,

  • circle

    i knock on your door needing permission; i’ve left your house willfully for my feet could not find her place, painted as they are; i know, i need only to walk the threshold, your door has always been set ajar for return; and yet, still i ask, as if the first time,

  • settling

    throw back the fishing line further, even further, where time slips off like a waterfall at the edge of the world; spin, and throw, where space stretches, and eternity sings; stop folding yourself to the shallow pool of your ankles and your reflection never settling—further, ripple.

  • don’t

    i saw the color red, the robe of your red, only the soft folds on the floor of a half-dream; the first vision, and the slamming of a pen that promised not an ink more; the pages free; you showed me the blue globe between my fingers, and i swallowed it whole, you showed me…