I am ten crows, twenty-three starlings,
one tree, a world of racket, every dusk that ever was.

I am a holy heart four angels defend,
other times I am nothing but flesh and fingertips.

There are four seasons, three necessities,
two sides to the moon.

The window has eight panes;
I am in them all.

no
i dont know you
but we've gone
scar for scar

your words
unhid a future
my light, my love
furious burning star

so bright so warm
so far away
so far i only have these
words to say
but no words can describe
the yearned embrace
toe to toe, hip to hip,
face to face


fever dream fantasies,

take the cells of my brain
lay them down
broken-in dancefloor
i let your
words
rip, tap, spin, clap
when i close my eyes
and sit back


you fan the flames
you fill my heart with fervor


yesterdays feel like summer
today i need you close to keep warm
unfulfilled emotions return
to tease, and torment, and swarm

your brown eyes glow like the full moon
awakens the beast in me
i cant put out these flames
i cant think, i cant stop, i cant sleep
ill follow your scent
intoxicated, so sweet
an instinctual reflex
imprinted far deep