You were always in and out of my life like night and day

until i finally gave you up and you decided America

wasn’t for you so you flew back home living 7 hours

into the future ahead of me.

Sometimes i wonder if you did that just to torture me.

When we were together we were so full of life

it was as if we were the only two existing in the present time.

you have taught me that.

that it is wise to live in the present moment

but after you left I’ve been a foolish girl living in the past and future with your ghosts.

i cant stand at the thought that the sun rises with me

way before it even sets with you

at least if the sun rose here the same time it set over there

it would be like those brief passionate moments that you

were in and out of my life (like night and day)

-Arizona

There are moments when the rain and my shoulders are at war

and my feet tumble across open graves;

I could never forgive the rain for filling my bones with aching love

or his hands that come from manhood used against God

setting hearts ablaze on glades of spinal chords and eyelash trees.

This is a war, you see.

This love is a never ending war.

I hate the way you stuff the caves of my spiked collar bones with flowers

as if my chest didn’t have enough gardens.

You suffocate the very cells in my small womanly body

the same way tragic moons die when you whisper my name for fun.

I spill my lungs in this fashion for you

I spill my lungs in this fashion for love.

Dying for you has become a necessity- it has become breathing.

You are a reminder of why life ever existed in the first place.

Truths and scars is all you ever wear for makeup

and i could never stand up to that

so i die for you again.

I breath for you again.

my dreary fingers speak again;

tonight my hands are pale, i bleed no more.

-Arizona

you loved me the way i loved the spirit of things

and i loved you the way you feared losing me

so i trapped the moon inside the caves of your lungs

and you wrapped me around your needy heart

just in case.

-Arizona

I wish to find you again in the rain

so i can tell you that my body is an apology,

that my lungs are filled with our memories

and i cannot breathe.

You left me in open waters and i do not know

if i will ever see you again but for now i will

kiss the wind and hope that it travels to

your skin and brushes your heart.

-Arizona

These are the days where I am living on the rim of my throat.

I love to watch the sun drown the ocean

like cosmic spills from my mouth

of wild Indian oranges, It reminds me of when

I was four and I accidentally fell into the ocean

while the sun was eating it and i wish so badly to

understand the anatomy of your voice in the language

of the starry sea where the moon is swimming

because no one is watching. And I know that while

every time I undress your breath on my naked flesh

for the sake of my insanity you feign for the release

of blood like the day when that old man took me by my hand

and told me that I have an ancient cathedral carved

into my collarbones; how flattered I was, but you wished

that it came out of your veins instead of a complete stranger.

(I secretly wished the same)

I lay on the Persian rug while I devour the sun

to be enough for you because you said that you love me in colors.

You sow the pits of my womb with the force of vicious winter flowers.

My chest sinking as I rest a smile on your spine;

Extractions of wrists,

bruised plum lips,

this love is a creature divine.

I know that I am crazy and that I am susceptible to the evil eye

because every two years or so I would lose my hair brush

and the fortune teller would know why.

We became a part of the cult of cosmos,

we tore open suns and wore them behind ears like flowers.

You see I would dip my tongue in black holes to

taste the reverse of time on the lining between your legs

just to tell you what you were like before you were alive.

And I crashed into your limbs while you became my burial grounds

as you expected me to collapse like cascading stars from dead heavens.

Do you know how painful it is when you swim through my wrists?

I could look at you with dangerous eyes and still kiss your mouth pushing

rivers down your throat with my tongue and you would ask for the

Mediterranean sea.

I can still feel last afternoon on the back of my neck

the way you caught the last drop of rain and placed it

on my brow and swore with your hands like a little boy with broken

cigarettes that the more I wrote about love the more you wanted to die.

And how the sound of an opening flower is found between the winds of

an opening wound.

He stuck out his wrists and howled,

“My veins are at a boil and I do not know how to love you the way you love your words”  

I could tell he was ready for battle.

You declared war on my skin,

and I surrendered.

Your existence has recited to me
the working book of oracles,
Of the constellations immersed in
Ablaze triumph within the cosmos.

You have shown me the nebulae
Through the windows of
your cruel chest.
Your tongue reads the scriptures
Of the silent black waters,
Sacred black holes.

You have left a voice inside
of my metal core that brings my
stiff cage of bones to a tremble.

You have generously
rained your tears
Into my soils that have
Awakened this pathetic drought.

You have thoughtfully plucked
your delicate pedals to exalt
My ancient rib cage.

You are the queen of creatures in my unstable lands.

Between birth and death
lies the intricate manifestation
of our rituals.

I ask for permission to
conceive you into my womb.
I want to feel our cultivating roots
secure as one,
Into two breathing forms.
Let me give birth to you
so that I may know you
from the inside out- in the literal sense.
Bring me to the threshold of suffering labor,
So that we may share pure adoration .
Let me adorn you with my secretion and madness
And finally when I sway you in my arms,
Sing to me the poem of your being

I plant kisses of peach blossom
upon your eyelids.
Speak to me the language of the flowers
By which you are a native.

In between lost lovers
Rests our hearts.
Names and words patterned
into our wrists.
We lay like dead corpses
With awaken minds.
Our lights roam
Each to a galaxy
Given to me by your *****.

We await dawn
To dance with the demons
Welcoming The fire fusing element
That sustains the very madness of my being.
I will cast you down with the sun lights
And dance around you like an ablaze frenzy
Presenting a newborn still to life.

-Arizona

Where I abide presents colossal trees

Stretching out like continents.

I am with a caravan of explorers/ artists.

Flower children adorned in green garments,

Upon it, heavy brocade

We are the kings and the queens

You have ordained us to become.

We gallop through your woodlands,

Plunge off of great bonds,

Clamber your mountains,

dream in bountiful verdant shades,

Smoke your fine leaves,

Bathe in the river of wine

And frolic under the feathers of the sun.

I sweat in Egyptian musk and lavish myself in fruits and pomes

harmonic melodies and symphonic winds breath in my ears

I read the books of the waters and the air

i sing the odes of the stars

I swim in your legion of seas

with the divine poetic creatures

The women with the eyes of sapphire and diamonds

Full Garnet lips that taste like mint and rose water.

We are thee queens

We call upon empires within you.

Your lands are ours now.

We Bathe in silk and pearls you have birthed for us

We Feast on lokum

our naked bodies like Venus

Sit upon bowing thrones,

Chanting hymns to the mother.

-Arizona