When it hurts the most.

I am pressing into myself, in undulation,
in wrinkle and fold and deliberation
this, you, me, him, her and the other
Lysander, Demetrius, Helena, Hermia
A dream, a dream, a dream! In midsummer—-
In my wakefulness, I am cocooning
(without expectations of flight, or winged colour)
for this over-triage is an effort unto my very small being
I cannot breathe still
We have created, [...]

tinman.

pulling it apart from the skin
the tinman, who had not known love
also
could not know
(this)
once upon a time, some moments ago-
sunlight began to
leak
from his chest
(falling o’er iced white blossoms)
but
he did not notice.
o’ tinman
you make easy for transitions in the snow
(harried conditions in the night)
tinman
you do not notice me—–
still.
(of course.)

drawing blood for nameless gods

the pain, that day, was inevitable.
conversely, the smell of
fresh grass on the back pockets of
our jeans brought about
an unmistakable vivid tenacity for life, the kind that leaves your
shaking palms drawing blood for nameless gods.
i would then press my damp fingers over your eyelids, and tentatively
bite at each and every indicia of vertigo-
hungrily, not
even as [...]

Cold-hearted whore.

I had forgotten all about you.
You, you, you.
Until now, until this very moment.
Here and now, you may catch my tongue moving quickly, lies enmeshing themselves into each other, like prismatic light.
(I hold a secret in my hands.
It’s simply confidential, but beloved, you already know.
Can you follow this train of thought?)
I’ll divulge this truth; you have [...]

CONTINUATION OF YESTERDAY

I remember drums and angels
I remember velvet skies,
ebony exhaust and sightless endeavors
melodious sounds as you tripped;
your attempts to bend me
normally, darling-
I am malleable like brick
yet, to you I succumb
do you smell, sweet Las Vegas? I do
unlimited paradoxes desecrated your sanguinity
And your voice was syrupy sweet
I’d say
I’d say
let me take a drink;
I’d wait for satisfaction
Did you [...]

You gotta love me or leave me alone cos’ I’m so sick of this.

You’ve become my weakness.
It’s debateable
        some might say,
        [...]

this is her elysium

Friday night my throat was anhydrous, my lips desiccant from craving your cloying kiss, buzz, buzz. I hope you are not toying with my emotions; I could sit here all day and take you in. I’m biting down on my lip, chewing on my finger nails, waiting for my euphoric symphony.
This is my shaded ecstasy, [...]