"Your arms feel like home." I said.
"Yours are heaven." He replied.

❝ i feel
so hollow
in this pale moonlight

i beg of you,
sunrise,
make me feel right,❞

where wildness grows
between my rib cages
close to my heart and
all over my brain
where revolutions begins to take place
for me and for her and for all of you
i change my perceptions, become something new
and you can't deny you heard me, when I ripped my throat so I could heal
blossoming feelings deep inside my bones
i'm a warrior at heart with hope set on steel

Even as dying, I have no time
For bitterness.

Life was too short,
Even before.

Each step holds gratitude for the sound
Of snow beneath it.

For
Now

I carry my passenger
Unburdened.

Say no to nothing. Not
Even the cancer.

Even tomorrow's mother's tears,
Father's clenched fists upon casket;

Flowers; loss. Inevitability.
Death grows inside me.

The opposite of a
Pregnancy.

When the yellow day coppers to dusk
I paint my weary eyes dreams.

They nudely wade the crabhole muds
for marks of the great marksman
climb up the chunks going into tides
tiptoe through the needle roots
sniff a wind that smells of stripes
thrilled
death if comes
would be a momentary stir
a dangling cloth
resting on the trail of blood, marking,
someone ventured.

I imagine death
Is like snow blown from a branch
Upon hitting the earth
There is a rapid loss
Of color and form

I can no longer hide
My soul ignited

once disparaged
I long to share it

The chills in my spine put into words

Lips on skin
Eyes filled with sin

What is this sensation

I drip colors you cannot see

Heightening my passion
Enhancing my touch

Raw emotion channeled as such

My desire aches
The color of flush
My cage breaks
Expressions of lust

I do not fear it
I can hear you blush

My favorite sound

Our souls combust

the words bloomed from my mouth
and the petals fell as i spoke what i'd been
trying to say for the last six months
beautiful and soft
they fell to the floor in swirls
but left behind only dust