• flimsy

    how tenured these flimsy threads that attempt to fill this void, this void, that inevitably draws us in; where i must go, you too, gravity pulls through this all-swallowing space; i could give it all the roses and gold in the world and still it shall swallow me whole; i can’t help but fall in…

  • plunged

    this you have to do on your own, put out your right leg into the pool; love is waiting both feet in; and yours is still hanging out; you said this is all you ever wanted; the candle has been burning bright for years, and still you haven’t plunged into your deathbed,

  • of twos

    ah, the tides have receded, i find my eyes reflecting my lover’s eyes, to see reflection to reflection, infinity of twos; a microcosm of the universe in a piece of you and i; love, i haven’t felt this alive in a long time, i could tip over and know there is no end to this,

  • your hands

    i would walk through each constellation of stars of stories, willingly burn through each veil; step down the spiral stairs over and over, rip through the fabric of time, to come back; everything pales, no jewel, no charm, not even the sea, could compare to your hands,

  • surrender

    she devours me, rages, and tears through every fiber of my being; heedless, she demands, that i bow at her altar, i must bow, in complete and utter surrender; love is her worship, and i cannot unlock my eyes from hers even if Death has his scythe over my neck, 

  • cratered

    the rose unblooms even as your face shines upon it; it remembers the shattered vault, pieces of the sky falling, shards that cratered, permanently reshaping what it means to have opened your arms so completely,

  • constellating

    your hands have tuned the strands of my being for just this; the right strain, and the right elements, breaking apart and constellating, for exactly this; yet so unassuming, nothing can tell that underneath the veil of the sky is the sea, 

  • unmoored

    love, i will not bleed against your thorns any longer; i will not press against your walls, or clench and curl around my twisted wrists reaching or blister under the sun; the ocean and the flame rests in me; and only in your opening, shall you find me unmoored in love,

  • moon tides

    the moon tides spill around my ankles, i have placed a seashell where you would sit; my calls have gone silent, i see the breeze carry your tresses, your scent; but, your silhouette has disappeared, the rock that you were, sand grain; one lover’s embrace, these arms are heavy with too much to give, 

  • unsaid

    my throat burns with unsaid things, they scuttle and scratch the walls; love, they have gone so unsounded, that i can’t recall what they were, just that it claws; i need a questioned hook, some sweet bread, to fish them out through my neck, tilted,