love isn't red
it is white
blinding
birth, ******, and death
our vision
our life
memories spin back
your face shielded
protected by the light
eyes so blue, embalmed in time

your memory
hurts my heart
in slow motion.

I am not always weird,
sometimes I am sleeping.

hit me ******* broad side
falling apart on the inside
maybe im jekyl
maybe im hyde
maybe im not ******* alive

full stop.

i wouldn't offer you water in hell;
oh baby, not from the nearest well.

grey horse pulls worn red carriage,
velvet dressed; chipped paint
clatter of the harness
snow falls in lofty chunks
mixed with stormy undercurrents
oh, but the city is so quiet
darkness lands like a lullaby
carts that smell of butter and espresso leave
still but white sidewalks
glitter sits upon black iron lamp post
as even small critters find warmth
you are burrowed next to me
it is true that we do not live forever
but perhaps these moments
make us eternal

i want a love that grabs me like Clair de Lune;
oh dance with me beneath the moon
please sway away with me to the tune