my heart says forget me, and my soul says never let me go"
there were words once trapped inside me like a sad, dreamless genie these 13 words longed to taste yours to know by heart your pulse and rhythm, to linger on your bastard tongue, buzzing breathing in your amber waves, caressing encouraging the sparks of light in you that inspire and play with shadow
these words have dyed my cheeks a pretty prayer filled pink, journeyed to you tangled in the coarse hair of wild horses, braided into the glass hands of sea clouds, in the desperation of hurricanes...
i had a dream you made love to me in the house of the rising sun where shadows crept and spiders wept as we both came undone
i felt you before i saw you your talon tasting my pulse i smiled and reached behind your neck to search your spine for the music i'd left as a moon freckle there so many times before how i'd played you like my violin each melody that rose from me creating a black diamond star
smoke pours into your mouth from mine married with sorrow, grief, and love a love you forgot you knew...
reading you at 4am is like rosary beads on a feverish tummy I'm writing on graph paper because I can't find anything else except pages and pages of beauty in which to reside so I write my own and summon your ghost
i can feel the dying in me collide with the sky the hard wood against my spine that bruises in grave lilies
is it true that a man has 3 great loves in his life?
1. his mother with breasts like empty flasks blinking sagely at the hiddenmost cupboards of regret regret is a...