Idling in a wedding gown,
white on white skin reflecting in its paleness
the filth of what has been
and what is to be.
Slips of fabric tease hard lines of shoulder,
a wispy, hyaline veil cascades in reverence
about honeyed curls
and through the curtain, his lashes flutter
a boyish acquiesce.
Fruit trees sprout on the petticoats of the billabong:
desert figs and passionfruit
and currants thick with black flesh
who peel themselves back
to tumble into his wide-open mouth.
Tulle and silk bunch around his knees
soaking in juices from the feast.
Eyelids lower over two blissed out
messy half-moons,
while drool or puke or juice
drivel down his chin
in uneven, marbled strings.
Jul 23, 2023
Jul 23, 2023 at 11:15 PM UTC
Hyacinths shiver in the breeze
Dark hair framed by creamy peony petals
Sulking against coal curls because the boy is too beautiful
His lips split, trembling in inaudible pleas
Jul 23, 2023
Jul 23, 2023 at 11:14 PM UTC
ice cube astronauts
in a melting mint galaxy of
gin and floral tonic
orbit the space I’ve carefully reserved
for forgetting
Jul 23, 2023
Jul 23, 2023 at 11:11 PM UTC
seated in forest grass, in a blue
mossy nest, hot to the touch
despite a lack of sun,
is a faceless statue
a simple granite rock in the breeze,
it’s carved grimace refusing to breathe
Jul 23, 2023
Jul 23, 2023 at 11:11 PM UTC
Your voice is a honey-lacquered harp string
Plucked with precision and ease and
your two hands turn the pages of my sheet music
my curling parchment cradling notes
whose ink you no longer read, boy,
You’ve whispered these songs for decades
it seems
And still I weep
when sugar meets tongue
and seam
Jul 23, 2023
Jul 23, 2023 at 11:10 PM UTC
Whatever was that sapling between us
growing steadily without sun?
Did it beg for the sea-washed crook of your arm?
To sit in our garden ‘til dawn?
Jul 18, 2023
Jul 18, 2023 at 2:40 AM UTC
I searched myself for you
in the promiscuous creek foam
in the still summer pond
and still,
smothered in daylight,
somehow nowhere
Your smile cleaved me in two
and moss soothes the cracks.
Ancient and unyielding and cool.
Jul 18, 2023
Jul 18, 2023 at 2:37 AM UTC
Dreamt of being awash in arms
that were neither mine nor
belonged to mine
But that slid behind me
as a pulsing, licentious
sea mine
Am I sea glass?
Am I a wishy-washy shellfish
On any masculine sea-floor?
Am I silly ocean foam?
Jul 18, 2023
Jul 18, 2023 at 2:35 AM UTC
In a spot where my left eye
should see clearly is
a new eye
a new bright pool
reflecting my sleeping and
blinking to teach how algae
roots in still waters
Jul 18, 2023
Jul 18, 2023 at 2:19 AM UTC
At night while you sleep, I carve out
spoonfuls of gut, and wax and polish and buff
and replace it with stitches so fine
you can't discern the old scars from new.
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 4:28 PM UTC