linger
listen to my breath
drizzling
blushing
what does it carry? can you hear?
let's wake the poetry
eat it
go on like two ghosts
melting on the air
no
softly, gently, i was made a fool
Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 4:16 PM UTC
the white house sits empty now
and you can't sell it no matter how hard you try
the house we built with our bare hands and raw promises
we could've sworn we would always keep
too young to know how heavy hearts are to hold
i told myself i would never come back here, to this house
to the white paint bending
reluctantly over rot
peeling off in long languid strips
i try not to remember how warmly it once held me
how warmly you held me in it's walls
tightly too, as if your skin was my own
protecting me from the chill that was always there
that i never noticed
i haven't felt warm since you peeled your skin from mine
reluctantly, in long languid strips
you tore me from this home we built
and made it nothing but rot
with a for sale sign in the front yard
probably why it won't sell
i don't know if i even miss you
or just that extra layer of skin
because i am ******* cold
i said i would never come back here
but here i am, bare feet to yellowing grass
toes turning white
the neighbors we used to crack jokes with
shaking their heads while drawing their window shades
i squint my eyes
seeing the orange glow far off in the distance
tilted my head towards
where you stood by the window, blue in the morning light
pouring milk into your coffee
and in mine
wearing the oversized sweater that i got for you
for your birthday, decades ago
where you kissed my lips, my forehead, my cheeks
before leaving for work
where you picked me up so i could place the angel on top of the christmas tree
where we loved
where i asked you for one last kiss
and where you said, "no"
where i lived and died
the earth will shallow this house whole
before anyone buys it
i get back into my car
and this time, i will never come back
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 3:29 PM UTC
don't understand me then
i feel it becoming wrinkles in my skin anyhow
deepening further and further
burying my whole self under more skin
i look tired
but don't look at the wrinkles!
see me this way
no! not that way
this way
do you see my face?
i'm still beautiful, right? even in this light?
aren't i?
you will surely love me if i'm beautiful, won't you?
will you be able to perceive my beauty?
and then translate it into your own language?
you too - what about yours?
there are too many steps to be seen as what i am
so i crumple down
i scream with my sore throat,
into the empty void of the dark city
"let me be!"
it echos and no ones even there
i tell myself to forget about love
convince myself it's better this way
to be a solitary dark creature
that dwells underneath the city, underneath the pressure of gravity,
of the thick humidity of it all
i won't produce any sound
no one will even know i'm here
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 1:02 AM UTC
I will yearn for you in secret
Even though your hands were a bit too rough
Even though you hide the soft flesh underneath the stone of your outer skin
I will yearn for you
While waiting on the other side of those barricades
I will stay quiet
And still
Until you feel it is safe enough to peer outside
And to see that I am there
And it is spring
I will yearn for you in secret and in darkness
Until you are rough enough to step out into daylight
And to let your eyes adjust to see your own softness
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 2:01 PM UTC
In spite of everything,
I arranged flowers over my skin in a great effort to be worshiped
made myself into a garden for your plucking
I didn’t know how much of me was woman
and how much was girl
But you knew what I was
and what I would become under your caress
In spite of everything,
I offered up the entirety of my being to you
gave your selfish hands each blooming flower that you desired
For I was half asleep with longing for you
A cooing dove to your touch
and only yours
Dec 6, 2022
Dec 6, 2022 at 1:44 PM UTC
I did not have a heart to love you
until you sculpted it out of stone
and somehow you still could not understand
that it was made for you alone
Oct 21, 2022
Oct 21, 2022 at 4:20 PM UTC
I had only hoped to love you
to get lost in the center of the storm of you
to live on as an atom of your heart
Oct 21, 2022
Oct 21, 2022 at 2:40 PM UTC
I cannot go on hanging in the suspension between Earth and sky -
caught in the perpetual pull of dark stars
and drawn back down again into the twisting roots of the Earth
I'm laid out, **** between them
soaking with rainwater and scorched by the swelling moon
The wind shivers and daydreams tremble to white
craving some fleeting outline or living complexities
I would like to be carved as stone to put an end to this floating
but I'll wait here until you let me live as human
Oct 20, 2022
Oct 20, 2022 at 2:59 PM UTC
Don't cry, strange beauty -
The river and the wind listens
And cries gently with you
Oct 20, 2022
Oct 20, 2022 at 2:09 PM UTC
until then, we shared a shy love
the kind of love that did not yet have a voice to speak
we lingered in those silent gardens
dandelions, snow drops and jasmine
we lingered longer in those gentle traces of fingertips over soft skin
those quiet, dimpled glances in the stairway
and i wish we lingered longer still
until we spoke, our love was shy
and then we were frightened of the voice
i had only hoped to love you
unabashedly & gently love you
but the sound rang and rang in our ears
and now our love is a different animal entirely -
it gnaws away at the soft flesh that it used to trace
until then, we shared a shy love
but now, we don't love for the quiet
we love for the hunger that must be fed
Oct 19, 2022
Oct 19, 2022 at 6:50 PM UTC