I don't like the taste coffee
But I like to pretend
For the warmth of the cup on my hands

I don't like tea without sugar
But I drink it black, anyways,
'Cause that's what artists do

I like you
But I'll never say

Did you know,
They told you
That people were made of star-dust?

You reminded them you knew the composition
Of your molecules
Your carbon sitting in your bones like blue marrow

They reminded you of lotus moths
And bioluminescence
And the horseshoe ***** you found on your birthday

Cause you're the East Coast baby
With your West Coast dreams
And she's on the TV

Your China queen.

maybe it's just me
naked with the crumpled sheets
under me
(it was not you who made me bend)
they all ask me why
i couldn't care
(it might as well have been)

i feel you crawling up my spine
into my ear
round my bumped skin

whispering
tightly to my brain
you touch all of my vertebrae

in the vaguest sense
you are a forest fire chewing
the trees in its path
then turning and wondering
where the greenery went

Baby, don't worry
I'm queen of your little heart
Ozymandias