Sometimes I go into the city at night
alone.
Let the pavement trace the way without breaks,
get lost under the blue lights.
I go to the places we used to
and sometimes get a little drunk –
I don’t want to remember
but I have gravitated to these places
so maybe I should just honour
my cravings for you –
the sickly-sweet syrup
of your spit,
the saffron, sticky honey of your eyes.
We used to
do the same
together
as I am now doing alone –
let the concrete slabs
pave the way
without breaks;
going nowhere
and everywhere
all at once.

Summer heat falls without prudence
Ornery and hot like the tip of a newly welded blade
Hilting into skin deep and unforgiving

There is hope in the day’s momentary flurry, when
The air carries wind like a light jacket

But even then
‘Tis only for
A spell

--
c

Mixi, I love you.
I burn for you
Whoever said
Love and ***
Are not ex
changes
Is in denial
And so lied

I can't believe I believed it
Again, when the rest were as cold as ice
My soul is only measured in
Motions that my heart can supply

For you I fell
Now hell
Once more
Has found
Its sneaky
Way home

My knees drop
For the carpet
Meteors
Racing for
The ground
To put me
In my place
Tongue inside
Your leaking
Body just
For the smell
And the taste
I drink you
I please you
Can't help but
Crave your most
Sacred of
Sacred space
I move you
And through you
My soul finds
A sacred way
A secret way
For only
You reserved
For your come
On my face
And in me
Down my throat
In hopes that
I'll swallow
Part of your soul
From your body
Then take it
Into mine
Then in your
Fluids find
What it means
Truly to
Be human
It binds me
It binds me

You hesitate
You turn away
Choose to live
In your fear
You wallow
I follow
All my loves
Treated me
Like *****
Water trash
But I refuse
To treat you
All the same
I find that
The truth is
If you treat
Me like I'm
Beautiful
Then I'll be
Beautiful
If you treat
Me like I'm
Delicious
Then I'll be

For years you
May have met
Me halfway
Now I lie
Awake at night
Now I stand
Asleep in day
Wishing you
Would have tried

I can't believe I believed it
Again, when the rest were as cold as ice
The soul is only measured in
Motions that the heart can supply

Every year
You moved less
Til you let
Your passion
For me die

And never felt it