For one could go, where butterflies churn
Where bottles pop and cheeks flush
But vacancy fills and hearts yearn
For once was held, is now a gold rush

Not every fire burns the flesh.
Some arrive with breathless stillness,
draped in dusk-colored light,
a gaze too wide for one face to hold.
blinded still –
I called to you.

I did not know
what love could become
when it puts down its veil
and steps forward,
not as comfort,
but as divinity.

You were not gentle.

You stood where the air bent around you–
more presence than person,
a voice like thunder wrapped in silk,
fingertips trailing the edges of my ruin
like a priest naming what can’t be saved.

And still, I stayed.

Where are the days
when love was a glance from across the room,
a laugh shared over fruit and rain?
Now it is an archangel
descending through my ribs,
setting fire to my lungs
my soul catching flame
with every beat that dares endure you.

You asked for nothing–
only that I remain still
as you unfolded
in the space between heartbeats.

Who are you?

You are not lover, not ghost,
but the god hiding in desire.
You are the pollen of all beginnings,
the storm-light before any world was shaped,
the echo that built the sky
just to have somewhere to fall.

You are the mirror held to my face
after I have vanished.
And yet–
I call to you still.
Not because I will survive the blaze,
nor revive a soul,
but because I would rather burn in your nearness
than live untouched.

Your eyes
were capsized
from the
moment that
I first saw
them,

long ago
broken
shallow
pieces
without
depth or
substance.

abandoned
left motionless
barely showing
a glimmer
of the light
behind them.

and so
I sit
and wait
with any
kind of
hope to
help
keep you
afloat.

you were
the woman
barely audible
in the
coffee line
before me.

and I all
of a sudden
was the
witness
to all of
the pirates
that had
left your
life in
shambles
over the
years,

and in that
moment

we were
one.

In the fold of night
Whispered dreams upon the stars
Gently guide my heart

"Real?"
"Sure, why not?"

No
purpose.
Just
stillness.

(presence...)

Drowning in it with you —
no air,
no need,
no expectations.
Just there.

Some questions
don’t
need
answers.

(just presence...)

sometimes i
cant finish my
sentenc
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