It's been days out
in the desert
in the no-end
summer
when I wish
now was
then
and then was
always
keeping up with
later

I’m fresh out of thoughts,
or feud to fuel.

Stick around and I’ll think of something,
or leave right now and I won’t blame you...

These next words prove a point.

The ones that follow eradicate a meaning...

I’m breaking a wall
and I’m standing next to you.

Speaking to you
through you.

Can you hear me?

Are you breathing?

I wish we were true…

Then we could read a word in time forever,
together…

But alas we’re just passing through…

(we are) The Voyagers.

An experience for two…

And all the others-

We ever knew.

when he says he wants to put you
in a poem, don't believe he'll
put your petals to his nose, inhale gently,
and enumerate the tickling scents
waltzing in his nostrils.
believe he'll put your stem to his tongue
lick the thorns slowly
to open his masochistic
metallic blood.
believe that he'll spit
that blood on the floor
or in a teacup to
sit out for hummingbirds.
believe he'll paint you
naked in verse
clothe you in meter
and strip you once more.
believe that no poem
is refuge
and that your ugliness
and his ugliness
will not make a poem
beautiful.

My tight pressed lips,
against Your tangent hips.
Our hands yield
to the symphony of surrender.
Lay your defences down,
Let our hearts pour out.
Scantitly clad souls,
Semi naked hearts,
Ever so vulnerable.

There are things
far more important
than ourselves.
There are things
that we love too much.
that it hurts.
even to let go.
In our midst,
it is each other.

''May I have the final dance under
this perishable moonlight ?''

I want to cut you out of me,
But you leave splinters in my skin.
Where do I begin?
In removing you, I must remove a part of me
Only then can I be free.
Can I be free of you?
For a single moment, maybe?
Or am I doomed to live my life being happy
For a second
Only to drown in the guilt
Of not making you happy, too.