you broke me like a pen
messy and dark
let my ink sink into your skin
and leave a permanent mark

Let's tell our secrets to the moon:

We can talk about whatever is on your mind

I'll wonder deeply through your glances

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On cold nights,

I'll drink warm milk

On cold nights,

I'll be thinking about you

On cold nights,

I'll need you.

My heart is fragile and frail, and few are the words that she so sparingly; so seldom says.

"I love you."

My heart, she says.

it never happened
eyes locked, breath inhaled
overwhelmed need

skin-to-skin
warmth increasing
worries decreasing

time is non-existent
feelings evolving
the night unfolding

hands intertwined
side by side
it never happened

The scrimshaw of the air, the long whales-tooth of sunlight
Etched with seafarer’s care and his great wantonness for the sea,
A kiss as light as the bottlenose dolphin cresting from the water,
Then night undressed and falling down like sliding beads of watery stars
From the wet coriaceous porpoise skin and a tail of silver fire.

To this day,
your name
still hurts my tongue
but I still say it anyway.
Sometimes I like to
hear my soul
gently tear itself
apart.