i made love once
once while I slept,
while i slept off the whiskey
slipped off my clothing and
stepped off the curb.
and awoke to the smell of
something musky
dank - rusty?
i made love once
over the course of a week
i made love to four bottles
and me.

You can leave the past
behind.
But even when the sun
is on your back,
You can still feel
its heat.

When ember fingers linger near
And braise a child's skin,
You are quiet, still,
It burns until,
You become the sinner's sin .

She walks alone in auburn light and grace,

A ****** marking painted on her face.

She breaks the gaze upon the somber view,

A lonely figure bathed in golden hue.

The field of grain that slumbers under sky,

it stretches wide, a rolling sea of rye.

Beneath the dripping stars her body sinks,

A soft bed in the dust, her lust, it drinks.

It thirsts on blackened sky and heavy silence,

Her heart, it churns and yearns with such a violence.

The coyotes sing her soundly to her sleep,

She leaves her dreams in seas of rye to keep.

Wind ripping through windows
sleeping silhouette shivers inside
Dark. Dark walls
streetlamp glow far below
The window screen
The wind screams
You sleep
You sleep
a draft in the sheets
Body heat
Hair tousled by pillow wind
Blowing gently
Blowing ferociously
Will the window break
The shutters snap
I lay silent
awake
Beside sleeping silhouette
You dream
You dream

I never sleep

when you're 18 going on 9-5
and you watch the volcanic birth of the rest of your life
rise from a still ocean
you almost wish
there were resignation letters
for living.