• sweet rose

    my sweet rose, i have trapped you in a bell jar, my secret precious; i am sorry; i have only ever wanted one true thing, and my selfishness has cost you, your petals; forgive me; i must stretch out the golden thread between us, i must let you go; don’t feel abandoned, our skin have…

  • sweet darkness

    should sea foam roll like puppies by my feet, and the wind whistle where red once was; gosh, these goosebumps say they are happy to be alive, and oh, sweet darkness, i could drink your depths forever, the kiss of madness compels me to dip down further; this bride of death asks: please, peel my…

  • wings of raphael

    your shoulders round over the heart, why do they slope sad? my eyes roam your curls and knots, binded tissues, longing to set your wings free; what is the peak of the mountain for you? when you can have the whole breath of the sky? . . .

  • kintsugi

    my vessel is broken, the voice doesn’t arise, i fear the blood leaking over my chest, clothes soaking wet and screaming, i can’t place the pieces together, not even kintsugi could molt them

  • home

    your anger storms me, like skin on a drum, thundering, but since your eyes have softened, your words sound like ice clinking on a glass, shy-smiles, laughter—home

  • she says

    if the slow-drifting clouds could speak, the leaves sashaying, black wings beating updrift, and the soft, boney steps of a gazelle; so careful, skin rippling to every shift of the wind; listen: she says, i love you, i love you, i love you

  • pink hyacinths

    your voices swirl like the soothing tint of pink hyacinths, slow smiles and murmurings pile like satin on my skin, more; give me more, i find myself softly rocking on calm seas, . . .

  • groundless

    come away with me, the woodlands call, the shadows grasp at my ankles, i am at the threshold; my hand will be held out just this one time; i am barely here for you, wrap your scaly body around my arm, come around my shoulder, hold me in your gaze, i will drop backwards groundless;…

  • torso

    you pour water into my silence, with each cool glance of your smile, the spark on your cheeks— there are parts of me that have been strained for so long, come lose; my body now yearns to sing like rilke’s archaic torso of apollo 

  • raged

    i have loved you since the red veil slipped from my sleeping eyes, since the first strum of your cells, since i could see and remember the shape of your rounded, soft heels against the mud; i have, always, but i couldn’t hear you; i couldn’t hear you through the cloud that muffled your voice,…