Looking in, looking outtell me, what love’s about Counting all the stars, missing onewhere is it, where’s it gone And you know I miss youit’s all I do, think of youremembering your touch, gentle windcoming and going, looking in Looking out, towards the skythis night whispers goodbye Someone to hold meonce maybe moresomeone to tell […]

It’s a disguise in an ebon nightas you loosen your gripon that throwaway cloakStepping out, from that shadow-gown I had hoped you’d comedressed so convenientlyAs I slide the shadow asideand expose how brave you areThe art of undressing lostwithin this riot of shreddingstreamers of dark and light I never doubted my abilitybut I thought you were beyond meUntil you opened your eyesin such a wayas pools of dusky airLike an Autumn night flickeringhinting of your long lost warmthunderneath your superficial coolness Standing there so collectedYet your nerves are thrashing yousame as mineYou’re my jaguar by daymy godiva at nightHere, you atop this pale horseMy hair; Your reinsMy breath; Your pace Listen as the room changesour inner echoes clamoringfor attention‘Til a whisper from somewheresuddenly less distantIt’s your voice, cautious but raspyYet your eyes are set on darefor me to partake of your deep-set wishes No longer strangers;I build your shoulders up, asI fashion your hair upAs my hands begin a memory of youthat I will carry like a lozengemelting down my throatWintergreenNoButter rumResurrecting your flavorinside my mouthwhen I think of youduring the lulls of breaksWhen even just your nametingles upon my tongue Practicedwhile I hold you down;It’s not to control youIt’s to steady meAs I react to whatyou want of meDuring this commotionof discovery Our sounds muffled against our skinsThe coo and the growlsMy lips pushing against your shoulderas I feel you coming exposedwith each fractured gaspAs I, now hoarse, mouth your nameMultiple syllables flicking offof my tongueIn sparks, those early ignitionsas our explosions come Intertwined, our boneless bodiescoil like serpents sinningas dawn unfolds a rapturous morningTho I am still blindedto all that isn’t you ~ Tonight, they will tell usindeed, there was a todayWhile we slept through the sunas it sought powerfrom the firelit ragesthat we’ve become It called your namePleaded for me to let you aloneNo, sun, she remains with meunder the ebony blanketOur eyes making movie scenesfor one anotherHighlighting how we shone We are the only starsas May’s curtain rises.~ 5

I.From the scent of rain on old woodand the hush before a storm,a whole season gathers itselfin the hollow of the writer’s chest.A single stone, warmed by sun,is placed at the threshold of the first line of his words,to keep the wind from closing it. II.A (her?) shadow leans across the windowpaneas dust rises like […]

Savior(As told by Mary Magdalene) He was seen as more by some, less by others.As a savior, or a rebel.He lived his life through his heart,being the sinew, trying to hold the world together.And I ached for him, being his confidant. There are things the scriptures never wrote,because paper could not duplicatethe fathoms of his […]

It’s the good ones that hurt you,they wound you on accident.They expose their dreams to youover drinks, or after sex.Because all their gates are openedand conversations are fluid. But the fears that clingto all the good stories,slink in, from underneath.While we lay there, making patterns out of the stains upon our ceilings.When we’re starved for […]