• unreal

    if i close my eyes, the world doesn’t exist is it? so long as i don’t see, all remains unreal, no blink of a previous image; you promise me two winters, before silence breaks fast, penance for violation, and i seek no further than my arms; leave me be so, till breath times itself,

  • more

    words that drop like rain, words that run across, words that burst like images; the degrees to a scent; what compels to speak sound, read the lines on my face, the slopes of my shoulders, bent angle of each finger; do you need more?

  • except

    i cannot know less than forever; nothing stills time like loss, finality has eternity written in it and i want that inked between us—is, was, and will be; the ocean is in the stars, the veins unspill, everything unwrites except this, this

  • true

    it’s not possible on this mud for our feet to stay, we only exist in the skies; mud unsweetens what it pulls and i do not know how to reach through skin; the devil plays the long-game, checkmate before the first step—mud, cover me for the colour of my sky to be true,

  • unclutch

    the dream springs even as the eyes open, the exhale in the inhale; i can feel your stillness before your movement, i know i can’t hold dead things; but, nothing stops me from trying—bleed me dry, my hands will not unclutch; tell me, kindness is a kind of oppression,

  • white

    wet white drenched things, skin seeping, ice and heat, melting, liquid softness; that embrace; and eyes that drink, drink, drink…

  • belly-up

    look, the sun’s come out again, oh, the rain’s gone again, springs’ flowers are leaving again, look, the carp is belly-up, look, everything is green again, look, you are gone, why are you smiling at a peek-a-boo game? betrayal is my love language too!

  • let me

    give me the things that move under the earth; those glorious dark underthings; the mirror that holds no reflection of its own, but demands total abandonment; intoxicate me, nothing pulls me than the gravity of your absorption; let me take, 

  • to be erased

    i wanted to drop the lightest of presence under your lampshade, lightly, too afraid, but not enough for you to forget; ‘lightly,’ i said, ‘lightly, like the softest breeze against your cheek;’ but now every gesture, word and sigh calls to be erased; absence yawns and i wish to be taken,

  • blue

    i remember rivulets, blue like a clear sky, silvery too, reaching through like veins branching through bodies, and i wanted to drink from it, to be one of its many tributaries, feeding and being fed, unblooded skin and blued; somehow endless