• unbroken

    innocence unbroken springs from this freshly tilled earth; like the warm ground kissed by the first drops of rain; like her neck from a warm shower, scented; my hands tremble, delicate like the stem of a dandelion, once plucked–drains very quickly,

  • eaten

    mother, i would have slept in your meadows forever, never broken my eyelids for nothing but, there are mouths crawling all over me, blood seeping; and i must move, you demand that i move or be eaten—

  • vanilla

    vanilla ice cream melts between my fingers; sweetness meets your eyes, before red seeped through your clothes, before the world demanded your hands calloused; my white socks freshly laundered still remembers the sun beating over our beating hearts, sandstorm gritting between our teeth,

  • next sunset

    you taught me silence in love; loneliness knits itself like a cloak of warmth; every time the wind blows too hard, i have laced my cold hands around the flame, i am sorry, there is nothing to me but the will to cup my hands around the one thing that’s ever mattered to me like…

  • fins for legs

    i swam in your depths, languid and free, everything sweet and pearlescent, eternity sings here like a birthright; i have found myself in your waters, but i must walk the land, inhale fire to release you, give me fins for legs; come with me, don’t breath—dive!

  • pearls

    don’t wait too long, the tides are high in a full moon, she is pulling; your presence pulls the skirts of the sea, and her ankles tinkle with pearls for you to kiss, it lasts for a day; hurry, love, the curtains will come down soon, it’s not enough, it will never be enough,

  • horizon recedes

    the horizon recedes, there is eternity in the palm of my left hand, and an open red bloom in the other; love, i can see everything stretching from this point, there is no end in sight, no beginning, it is as if this has always been, i cannot stop the rivers flow, it bleeds as…

  • gravel

    like these gravel by the side of the street, sharp and edged, so many; nothing special, but just one yearns to be found by you; your hands that once held truth in each tremble, hands that outshined any sun in the sky; let me bow to it,

  • an apple

    the sea parts, and there she sits; stone-still, folded in prayer, never realized–too beautiful–completely and wholly untouched, ah–what a birth, mother, i wonder if she will ever awaken, i have no warmth to feed her yet, but love, here is an apple,

  • two beats

    you carved through, chest to stomach like a carcass to be devoured; your emptiness knows no end, and it has reshaped me stranger to myself; my throat aches to scream stuck mid-frozen, love, it takes all of me to sustain two beats; rip my neck open, these cords cry to be sung, i can’t get…