I take my shoes off at your door.
It is Christmas eve.
The walls are paper thin, and the lantern
Burns in the corner.
Silently.
The tea is bright and woody.
Cloves and cinnamon.
It seems you are a woman,
although so wan and thin
You have been so tired this year
The wind is coming in.
Regretfully.
I put my shoes back on,
and close you back with kin.

Ozone hangs from the trees;
The ground is full of moisture.
Mist gathers in your hair; You
are beautiful in this weather. Your
Violet eyes, break like hearts, reflecting
the pale Cream sun; Vanishing completely-
abruptly, with cloud cover.
I forgive you for all that is done,
Making this morning, like
something I've won.
Your palms are sweaty
Pink returns to your cheeks
Someone's been talking about the
rain we've seen.

Your hands, Incisors
Your lips, like Pliers
Penetrate, Golden
Guiltless

You left me on fire
PUSH-admire
I will get over it.

Turn over...tired.
Faulty wire.
Look at you...just look at you.

The sun on my face
You say it's like the beach
The water hits our back.
You cover me
with a paint covered sweatshirt,
and you care that I'm cold.
I nap in your arms.
I told you that you were my little boy
And I would take care of you,
Maybe for the last time.
But that was the plan,
We shook on it; the bed.
Unusual, that light from your window
Offered more cloak than the night.

This pen feels like a cut
a sore, a bleeding pendant
On my finger
Scraping, pulling
Threads of cells
microscopic
bubbling in small drops
surface-tension
holds it close
Gauze and mesh
it becomes a unified burn
A new home,
a new ****,
Your an absence is unmissed
by the healing wound.

Bottles
tiny glass enemies
filled with bitter fear

Trinkets and Bottles
capped and swollen to
never remove me

Vials of lovers
Locked in bitter
Madness.

Black in clear cages,
Stand my armies of poison
Their sapphire skins shine
Their blue bullets of pain

Bottles,
Shelved liquid contempt,
reflecting back shards

Pierces-with such
captured Hell.
Deceiving smiles.

With frost-bite breathe
hold for me, tiny
vials full, the Enemy.

Your paleness is Pitch
against Winter's bite
it's all over your Skin
and burns with Light
This shallow Grave
will hold you tight
but cheer up my Love,
it's just for the Night.