criss-crossed on a map i draw
ten times as many lines as
i knew possible, which
doesn't surprise me
but
what a catch in my throat
where the deeper blood sleeps when
i fall onto the outlines of
heavy-sweet campfire smoke, two
dozen promises,
i'll wrap myself around him by my pinky
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
kiss the love into my bones,
manifest your heartbeats and
tell me i am awe-inspiring
i will drag you out your
home, coax whiskey down
your throat like tonic
promise me boundlessness and
i will wear too many rings,
and i will let street signs be
i’ve loved myself into a
new home, i call your ribs my
bed, your collarbone my beams
you promise a lifetime that
you cannot truly commit, but
i still commit mine, too
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 9:35 AM UTC
3/17/14
deliver unto me a
horizon, because
i am scared
i am scared of
your oceans, i’ve only just
dipped my toes,
i can tell
i wished for a love come;
you exceeded my
red-ink expectations
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC
walk among the sunsets
for in twilight
rests the shadows of
who you are;
roll back your curtains
(they are heavy)
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
i try to write you down
when it's dark at night
when i can see you best.
see, i'm trying to write down
your eyes,
because yes, they're
blue, and there's a million weathered clichés
i could write about just your eyes;
but, i'm not trying to write down
the way they look
when the sun hits
them best,
i'm trying to write down
the way they make me feel again,
the way they put
the sun
inside my chest.
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 12:34 AM UTC
maybe if i lay
my body prostrate
along the line of you,
perhaps when we die
you and i might
grow,
and our bodies might
entwine for far longer
than our lifetimes
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 12:32 AM UTC
i called your name through
my fingertips
and you answered , you called
back with the blinks of
your seas, the shiver of
your late autumn forests
and i could
taste the fresh breeze in my lungs.
toe to toe and lip to lip is
the way i've learned your
outlines and your inlines,
your filled in
places and the places
where the ink bleeds through
the paper.
maybe if i painted a seaside,
maybe if i painted a forest
i could smear down the
silhouette of you
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
the static air
burns like every word
you've never said
"i hate the silence,
it's so cold"
and you're growing
colder,
too.
black holes could
never be beautiful;
please, i beg you
not to dig
and scrape at the very
foundations of
who you are
(who i love).
every drop of blood bled
sears me and
i cannot let you
tear yourself open for
lack of a better
method.
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
lips like wine stain
my cheeks dark and red
(i am drunk)
i slur a prayer and
you stoke the flames in my
belly, they pour out my mouth
they are in the air and
in your eyes
in the dark i see far
more of you than
ever before,
in the dark i know i never knew you.
trace me, disheveled,
i want to see what you see,
too
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 1:44 AM UTC
bring your shovel, for
you are buried;
alive you lay in a coffin well-made
the dimensions fit tight
to your angles and planes,
cut deft by switchblade fingertips...
she presses kisses to your lips as
her sharp hands press you shut
and she is everything you love
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 1:08 AM UTC