Dark moon of your eyestrembles my thighs.Sweet velvet fingertips.Our futures sway in the starsA mirage, a long forgotten wishthat this’ll last forever.We hold hands whilewatching slasher flicksin our PJs on the loveseat,rain tapping at the window,and make that last forever.
I’ve been feeling old. Came in surrounded, gonna die alone. When did winter come? This world is so damn cold. The sun’s been getting bold. It left, took my heart, like a bar of gold. With your summer gone, who’s gonna save my soul? All your doors are closed, shut out the fire, keeping in […]
We set a date- Depression and I. “Come in and please sit down.” “You’ve been here far too long,” I said. “It’s time I put you out.” He laughed and shrugged, “I’m not done yet. I haven’t tired your soul. I’ll tackle that first, my dear. And then you’re free to go.”
She pounds it, drills it into his core. He is nothing. Trash. This is her language- a mother’s love. He learns to speak it as the years pass. And when he finds love, he tells her, “You are nothing. “Nothing without me.” This is his language, but she doesn’t speak it…
There’s power in your words, seasoning in your wind. Bit drafty is your love, but tastes like cinnamon, tastes like trust, like moonshine, sunrise, us…
I cry today, oceans of self-worth on my living room floor. Lover’s fingers touch like music, seeping strength into my bones. “I hate seeing you like this,” he says. I sniffle in response to say I hate it too. And after I sleep, after the raft sinks, I swim.
PART TWO She tastes the scent of earth and dirt in his hair, on his shirt. Where the blood starts to dry, where the tears brim his eyes. She tastes fire and life. Before she kisses the stars on his nose, she thanks the moon. She let’s him go.
Nevus like a strawberry, right below your belly, I explore places I’ve never known. #Gardens of red chrysanthemums, past overflowing rivers. Overflowing. I say things like, “#Marrow of my marrow. “Light of my heart.” Then, finish the deed. And reluctant, depart.
I’ll fucking destroy you. I’ll dangle you above a sea of starving sharks. They’ll rip you limb-from-limb, while you scream for someone, anyone, to save you from the pain. While your blood coagulates around massive gashes, I’ll destroy you more. I’ll bundle everything you love— and own- into your favorite rosemary quilt, light a match, […]
something in you keeps me trekking through this darkness, reaching fruitlessly, ambling as if on a stroll, your hand wrapped in mine. i should’ve known better– never trust the darkness in the guise of light.