I am jealous of Poseidon
His hands were able
to trace Cassiopeia on your back;
Closer than my hands have ever been.

I dream of you in ten shades of blue,
belly as beastly as the moon as tarred as the rounds of your eyes, I bud feathers beneath the bulbs of my lungs as your chin crepes down to the sun, I dream of you as the cold bites my blossoming cheeks, palms as big as the sky, as bold as my tongue during a spat over and over again, love and hate and versa and versa, I dream of you during my wake as I lay shaking, bones glued to the pulps of my skin, I dream of you but only as I breathe and so then what of my death, will you leave me as she left you and he, I and her and we, baby, baby, tell me, do you often dream of me too?

i know it gets darker
in tunnel vision
but soon we'll see the light
we'll get out alive

we are trapped
in cages
that have wheels
and around us
are people
just like us

we have the choice to move but we don't
because it's easier to let our fears consume us whole
than letting it chase us when we are alone

the lights are blinking
my eyes are tired
your hands are freezing
but we're both on fire

i know it gets harder
in tunnel vision
but we'll make it through
we'll go back home soon

The bite marks on my neck,
The scarred shoulders she did
with her long nails,
The moans She made when
I nibbled on her neck and
smelt her aroma,
The wet lips
of her I kissed,
The pounding heart,
that answered my desires,
The eyes that gazed
through my soul,
The love yous said,

Shut in the diary
of my poems...