There is something about the way the sunlight slants through the blinds, how my blanket
feels warm after a night hugging my body.
The way my sock-enmeshed toes stretch and my
arms reach out like wings then fold back in
to the warmth of my chest.
The way my feet pad across the oak floors
and my apple tastes as it crushes between my molars,
sweet and watery and fresh,
as though the flowers of on my windowsill have turned red
and the petals filled with nectar.

He’s running through midnight,
he doesn't know it anymore.
He tiptoes across the stars towards the black hole,
he doesn’t think if she can hear him anymore.
Maybe if it rips him apart,
He won’t have to worry what he feels now, anymore.
Even though all he wants is to feel
something.

Maybe if it severs his heart from his chest
He’ll know
he’s not in the light anymore.
He’ll know
he’s in the dark.

He’s not falling into the lost bliss anymore.
he’s not screaming her name anymore, either.
The stars go dark as he steps on them,
distinguishes the spark one by one
He doesn’t care anymore.

Maybe if he falls far enough,
if he falls fast enough,
He won’t have to forget anymore.
And maybe if he rips back the black he can paint
the white canvas of light ****** red.
He doesn’t need her anymore.
Or maybe he can dream his way into oblivion.
He’s always wanted to feel
something.

Her face is wrapped in snakes
Her skin shingles of mud
and when the rooster crows
she comes to save her blood.
The loss of childlike purity
it was never hers to lose.
Chained to the bed
wishing to be dead
but the man must always choose.

I found myself upon the water,
waves and breakers crashing.
My fear locked up inside the boat,
my desperate heartbeat catching.
The mounting waves and ceaseless sea
did fill my mind with fear.
But the sun broke through--
as the son will always do--
and in awe I cried:
My God! He is here!

Hopeful for sanity
Bound up in mediocrity
Okay but not fine
Dancing with satan
It’s Hard when you’re not alright
To feel revelation.