I'm actually anxious
Because she told me to tell her all
When I felt
Shoots of spring grow between my fingers
Curling in the pleasure of finding her.

What can we grow into, together?
What would you take me to, if I asked you truths and forgot a lie?
I haven't had to tell you any yet
But I fear, no
I'm anxious.

Will I forget
The twists I went through to meet you
Some months spent in misery
Some hours spent in the pain
Under your knowing, wondrous stare?
Maybe tomorrow I'll find how
We should be apart, but
Now I have it all in me.

We
Or us
Whatever can be...
I like you,
And that's that.

These steps have survived colossal disaster.
The only thing that has remained-
a last shot at being something beautiful.
There are only two ways to go,
you'll find an end somewhere.
They're screaming to run, run, run,
but the headache masks all conundrum as buzzing.
Her lacquered fingernails tapping at your sanity,
scraping lightly at the back of your neck.
Ghosts wish to be loved like you.
If there was a way to escape
and disappear, disappear, disappear-
There are only two ways to go,
you'll find an end somewhere.

It mustn't hurt
To feel the pain for me
To remember my dates
While I try to kiss you through
A block of plastic and steel.

It can't be true
If I see you smile
And wilt
Never broken by a sun
That shines on anyone else
Never.

You've been so much to me,
But could I feel alone
When you look at me?
Could I know
A lightning flint
Strike sparks on my smile
Just for you?

It's never enough to be alone
Because the things you told me
Build roads to my feet
You're beautiful
Because of all you do
And it would be wrong
To hope no one else sees that.

As the weight
Of what began to be
Became concrete
About my feet,

As the know
Of what it is to be the other
Buzzed in my under-stood
Head,

As the grit
Teeth and spine
Stuck in my throat, I knew
All this is for you

It must be lonely
To be the pearl of the ocean
To be the gaping mouth of the sea
For
Only drowning men may meet you.

Remember, boy
The sherpa'd pray
Don't build your dreams
On what others say
Don't float your canoe
On the reeds of others' promises
The wolf skin gives no warmth, no
Love is a salve to its final growl.

And remember, youth
The harlot told
No love may glitter
Brighter than gold
The ivory teeth
May chatter and squeak
As much as my joints
On my wooden, bent-backward frame.

Don't forget,
She'd order
Don't forget me
I shook my head
No time to
Ask her name
I gloomed over my fireplace
And settled down to the ink-spilled night,
My own skin
Warmer than the moon, at least.