• absence

    your trembling hand pulls the strings of my heart, so perfectly imperfect; each finger plucking gently speaks of heartbreak; dear, bleed your tormented soul into me, i could live on your pure yearning from absence forever,

  • a dream

    in every dream between night and day, my eyes blink open and close to you, the edges of waking and sleep blurs, i am glazed, either side sings the same song, one filters through the moonlit meadows and one in lush spring valleys; you ask me to sharpen to one side, i can’t…i am bleeding…

  • vessel

    unlock every bone from my socket, untwist every joint, and implode into my cavities; make a hollow vessel out of me, and blow through each crevice; sing me broken, sing me haunted, yearning; love, slurp through my marrows, don’t stop

  • one to give

    you are an outgrowth of my heart, or are you an ingrowth? i am not sure, either way, i had only one to give, and these roots have been squeezing too tight, love, you are asking the whole of me, i would give it all, even the whole forest, the ocean within me, but you…

  • homecoming

    the breeze somehow genteled, and the shafts of gold richer, i can hear your footfalls in my most inner sanctum, i have no name for you, i can feel you tread on the mud of my being, spring petals fall, i don’t know how to receive you, my silence is afraid to break, everything screams…

  • unfleshed

    these eyes wander through silvery places, these chaotic weaves of tangled leaves branching, branching, where does it all begin? i feel pale, unfleshed, the sun seems unfocused, i can’t find what i am looking for, something that held me, something that outlined me, something Real; it’s gone, and i am left blind,

  • ate silence

    i ate silence, and emptiness, fistfuls of nothings, if you could eat nothing, and nothing, and still somehow fill full, what alchemy, as if i have caught the edge of a cloak that glides on the far reaches of stars, fathomless, formless;

  • red blossom

    i know you overpour like you are blessed with a never-ending fountain, but you are hunched over, love; you have caved inward, fetal, shuddering—something strains and cries for the waters to hold the red blossom afloat; gosh, i can’t hear the strings taut too long, it grates me, my teeth grinds and ears begs for…

  • crucified

    there is a space where you used to be, that gapes ragged, torn by something so hungry, i couldn’t have blinked once nor a soft gasp escape my lips; i wish i have never met you; i wish i have never met you, but here i am crucified and nailed for your taking, . .…

  • trembles

    i kiss with the knowing that you will go one day, vanish as if you have never existed; so ephemeral is this touch, so tender; love, every look i give trembles with the last, . . . .