Let go of the weight,
You stand stronger on your own,
Nothing but clear skies.

YOU weaponized my desire for warmth.
Turning me into a slave.
Drowning my will to live.

YOU play puppeteer, while I play a puppet.
Turning my world ashen.
Changing my anger into compassion.

What a menace YOU are
for finding pleasure
in my despair.

No shame for my ardent love. Still,
No second will be spend
to reminisce about YOU.

little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.

Come and kiss my lips
And say, “Still I'm yours.”

Or come to my grave,
Plant a tree,
And kiss a leaf,
And say, “I will be yours.”