• breathless

    like clear water it trickles down over your lips, your eyes, the curl of your smile; i can see it play over your skin, constantly dancing every beat, every rhythm while you remain so utterly still: breathless,

  • tug-of-war

    I can see the force of your boot against me and your eyes sharpened to life, hair angst against the winds of my defiance; sing me, demand me, pull my limbs in this tug-of-war that neither of us ever wins

  • Scheherazade

    you pull out words out of my hoard so easy; i must restrain your hand to stretch sweetness to sheer taffy, like Scheherazade I must make 1001 nights out of you before sleep seeps into my pillows

  • sea foam

    how could i spell you any differently than you are? each fiber of your being speaks for itself; what could i ever want to do but to listen to you string your every chord till all that is left of me is the backwash of sea foam

  • peaking

    your jacket lies hanging off the corner, unstoppered perfume bottle, and lipstick prone by the bed, hair strands curled under the duvet; you are leaking, peaking: unfurling

  • honeyed

    your gaze has my melting at the seams, liquifying into honeyed voice, there is nothing left but a tone so pure it unfettered all of the world in a single cry

  • terror

    “do you think you made the right choice?”  “I can only make a choice right, even if it tears me apart.” “you are a terror.” “Terror is beauty.”

  • cupped

    I have sweetness cupped between my hands; it asks only to be drunk, and not a lip touches these drops without annihilating

  • spill

    It’s brimming, the moon is brimming, senses collecting, pooling, milky way swirling—come down here—spill down the river; the water lilies await their flowering

  • burned

    i wanted to learn to love the sun, not the dappled green or the shadows it casts, or the glimmer trail across the waters, the slants through my window or even the softness behind winter clouds. I want to love it—raw—and be—burned.