The moon and I are one
Jealous is the sun
Which is why I invited him
I don't believe in sin, anymore
I adore the thought of us all being better
No matter what weather is headed our way
Because, together we can solve anything
Rearrange everything that has ever been discovered
Beautiful is the Mother that sits on our shoulders, and let's us dance
What a fantastic romance this is to be apart of
A sacred dove of a hidden memory we found together that is untouched
I love you, and I love myself
Bright moon, bleed on me
Share your wealth
I mean every poem I write
My words come from the tongue inside
The dragon in my back and forth heart
....

combustible
is the feeling
streaming inside you:
a rose rolled up
in a bloated tidal wave
amniotic, aglow

it tastes like gold and fury
like the atomic composition
of a dying star
and there is dedication there
an extraterrestrial fervor of love
which persists as tirelessly
as our dear moon circles this planet
even though it has been
pocked so many times by
unidentifiable things hurled
from the root of deep deep space,
even though it is marked
so physically and permanently
by the gravity
of its worship

you are full with it,
the rain-slicked gravel
the buds unclenched
the sonorous maskless
moment when you reached
for her
and she did not let you
go empty

your belly is aquiver
and your chest is unlatched
and god
billions of prisms could never catch
all this light

Every cut on my paper heart
bled crimson love for the boy
with scissor hands.

There is a tension that exists,
Here between you and I.
Its like a string pulled tight,
Ready to be snap at any moment.
It's forever there,
Taunting both of us.
We try to ignore it,
And pretend that it doesn't exist.
But it's there,
Every time you look at me,
When your eyes lock on mine.
Your words have a double meaning,
As do Mine.
Desperately we try to ignore the tension,
But its only a matter of time.

The sun has set,
No stars shine in the sky.
Just the moon
that sits alone, and secluded.
I can’t help but stare at the way it has transformed.
It is no longer the bright white light that we are so familiar with.
No tonight it is deep red, like the blood that runs through my veins.
As I sit and stare at this lone, red ball in the sky
I remember a story I was told long ago.
The story of the superstition that surrounds the moon when it becomes so red
The superstition states that horror happen on nights like this.
******, ****, crime across the country.
The blood spilled by these people is what makes the moon so red.
Scared I silently close my curtains,
Without the moon my room becomes darker the night itself.
I feel safer,
Knowing I am alone in my room,
Shielded from the horror happening outside my window
A sudden shriek falls from my lips,
As my eyes fall on the corner of my room
I realize that I am not safe,
For I am not alone.

My body aches
Each pain reminds me of you.
Of our encounter.
Of your bright and friendly smile.
I can not help but remember your eyes.
The way they transform from loving to something so different.
Your eyes become something primal,
like a lion stalking your next prey.
Me.
The way your heartbeat speeds up as my moans grow louder.
You are anything but gentle,
As I grow louder, and my breath becomes frantic
Moans turn into screams
Until I break beneath you.
Grabbing onto you,
My hands like claws in your back.
Clawing onto reality as the rest of my body escapes.
When I awake in the morning,
My body is sore.
With marks across my skin,
Reminding me of an encounter that began simply with a smile.

You showed
me your true colors
so I used you  
as pigment on an
already messy canvas,
because it’s my turn
to do the manipulating.

I wish my hands
were big enough
to sculpt mountains.

My own masterpiece
cannot hurt me.
I’m no longer
afraid of you.
I can no longer miss you
or be hurt by you.

Maybe you should
have used me
more beautifully.
But it’s okay
because I needed
the material.

In the middle of the city,
We find our safe haven
Darkness surrounds us,
peaceful and silent.
Grass keeps us bounded
As we gaze at the stars.
My backyard is our escape,
Neither of us speak.
We are protected,
from the chaos of the world
But if I flew,
I would run into a cliff.