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it was sort of spring.
the nearly warm, slightly wet air kissed my cheek,
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It's a little bit funny, don't you think,
how naked these costumed times feel?
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sometimes between the first thaw and the last frost,
i find you, oh sweet spring.
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I want to change the end, but I'm a little stuck for now
*salt and iron--- tears and blood
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i melt into the silence,
quick cartwheels up/down/into the black
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somehow
we’re back in this place— apart.
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you feel like starlight / brushing across my eyelids when everything else is empty. / you are a whisper of heaven, perhaps the only one I’ll ever hear, / rustling your wings across the sky and fluttering your eyelashes
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my skin glows beneath blacklight memories, / trinkets, / and a fog / that penetrates through and through, / leaving an old spot on my faded sheets--- / time always leaks in circles. / it seems obscene, / the w
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you caress my body with feathertip fingers,
yet somehow, you always eventually
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some days my skin peels,
blisters under the heat, breaks, and
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it was a gasp in the dark, opening similar to heaven
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we lay down in the snow, pillowed in white and
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i love your softness, the ins and outs and betweens of your kisses and
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green eyes fade to gray, mind melting and screams slamming doors
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i woke up when summer blinked into
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today is too long, especially for someone with nothing to think about but
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we are so willowed – and open – bent in your blankets
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I am tired, open and sore,
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I scribbled words across your lips- one, two, three the stars blew past us:
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the house has cancer. it is being eaten from the inside,
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I closed the blinds and boarded down the shutters, sealing it with tears and screams of "never again"
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My fingernails are shaped like yours, I noticed,
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we swept across each other, blind but open and in love.
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you composed me, once, slowly and carefully,
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i am thin- stretched out and slicked back,
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fingertips wound into your hair, br
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deep edges curl under, turning br
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