I enter at the periwinkle in her neck,
There are no distinct lines,
Only sadness,  

She just is,
Tangled in the web of feeling
Like she belongs to someone,

And liking that,
Yet, she wants to be her own
Person.

I think I’ve hurt myself

The shadow of her,
Hollowed out eyes,
Black smudge for a mouth.

Grey lace filled with grace,
Covers the lower half of her breast,
Messy black hair,

She’s turned away,
The line from her jaw,
To cheek, to neck, to shoulder,
Gone.

I need fresh air

Magenta veins over her breast,
So light you’d never see.
She drapes herself over the bed.

She is troubled by the loss,
By the heaviness in the air,
It’s humid, and about to rain.

Her body is curvy,
She’s broken up into colors,
Her love is coming to a tragic, slow, close.

*Without you I’d die.

Haunt me,
I feel your arms like strong
vines wrapping around my
clouded judgement.

Look at me
when I am speaking to you.
You're only a shadow now, and
I am a hard shell.

Both broken, both consumed
by silence.
I am swallowed whole
by one night.

I was so close to you.
I felt the blood moving in your veins,
and the steady rhythm of your breathing.
Pretending for so long, we caved.
You may call it weakness, I call it strength.

You are a silent shadow now,
eyes that won't hold my gaze for even moment,
And,
we may be strangers for the rest of our days,
but I will not forget how you held me
when you slept and how
I cried in the morning when I left,
dawn and bitter truth rising with the sun.

Chewing on the words
You said to me,
I feel the sliver of your
Finger print between my teeth.

Temptation is first sour, then sweet.

Too ripe with emotion,
I'm bleeding out,
The crimson found in
The final seconds right before
The sun cowers away,
Is what I've found in my heart.

It's an envious flirtation,
Clouds looming,
Grandma always said when the
Breeze blew the leaves over,
And you saw their backsides,
You knew is was going to rain.

Drizzle only can last so long,
Before the clouds finally decide to
Dry up or
Pour.

Cloudy
Your inky spine tangled
Wrapped like a spider web
Around my restless limbs.

I kiss dew from
The muddle we've made.
You taste softer than I imagined.

The sun shone longer
On this day.
The summer solstice.

An orange dream following me
Up the stairs and through
Closed creaky doors.

Hanging by a thread
The daze of morning
Catches me.

I nibble on your
Thumbs, quickly
Turning from starlight to dusk.

I stumble home
By a map of milking
Morning stars.

Your hazel eyes glowing
Like a constellation between
Sleep filled lids.

Eyes closed. Chest pounding.
First cautiously, one step, two steps.
Courage has found me.
Recklessly charging into the night.
The rush, plunging into
Dreams and nightmares alike.

I'm lost in the cosmos.
My memory bleeding
Into stain glass and into
The freckles dancing on my shoulders.
I am fearless.
I am invincible.

Does it always feel this way,
This complete and mesmerizing
trance. Your skin against mine,
Racing through the every corner
Of doubt I've ever had.
But a dream is just a dream.

Ink blot tests,
I see you in the rings on trees
Cut down after years of shade.
You glimmer in Orion's Belt, and through the
Infinite rings of Saturn.
I long to kiss you.

Grounded. Headed in the clouds.
The supernova, mind flooded,
Bright lights and love.
I see the stars shimmer in
The twinkle when you gaze into me.
Peering into my heart,  deeper.
Despite these rockets, we are Earthbound.

Fresh soil brings me back into sync
With the horizon.
I throw skipping stone across the river
Until the color of your eyes is grey
And mute.
I am living, all the while trying to forget you,
And I wonder how this came to be.

Eyes open. The universe, beautiful
Creation, created the space between us.
Reaching out to lost causes
The void opens up,  swallows us.
The light from that first night
Consumed by black holes,
Of failed expectations.

Mercury and Venus at my back,
I chew at my fingernails making
Them into crescent moons.
I am trying to love, moving forward,
Pushing open the white picket gate,
And stepping out of the front yard.

I submit to gravity.
World's slide past me.
Leaps of faith bound by
Arbitrary promises. Illusions.
Perhaps the light of a time
Long before, empty truths presented
My dilemma, I could as I had before.
One step. Two steps.
Dive into the marvel. Drifting endlessly
Into you.

As I stare into into the milkiness
Of sunrise I am astonished at the fast
The only words I can fathom are,
"Do you love me?"

Inhale, the thick smell
of cinders and ash.
Ignites memories of this place.
The warmth, whispers words
long forgotten.
My feet leave impressions in the earth,
A stamp in time.

I remember when we lived here,
before ashes to ashes,
and before the sun went down,
leaving your eyes shining golden in the dark.
I will never forget the irises in your eyes,
burning as I remember you,
you smolder deeper into me than you know.

Your ghost resonates
in the embers, I sit.
Laying back, the passionate
flame left inside of me,
dances until the sun begins
to paint the sky with,
the majestic hues that
led us here. Suffocated now.
Even fires need to breathe.

I'm blue with a sadness
That burns hot and slowly.
You used to tickle me like tulip
Petals, your lips on my shoulder,
I won't forget you.
I wrestle with an ivy growing invasive
Over my heart.
I'm all of the things we lost and
Never had.

Peeling away the foliage,
I simmer down, let my fire
fade away. I brush away
times erosion, where
my fingertips burn as the
trace the name, that fueled
the light I cherished so dear,
all those years ago.

I'm swollen with a grief,
That grows from the mere fact
That you're just a ghost,
And that I'm growing out of
Rotten soil.

Blooming with malicious thoughts
crawling in the back of my mind.
Slithering down my spine, too cold
for the embers, the smoldering ash,
or charred remains which once burned
white hot in my heart to warm.

We're almost
Too sweet
We're rotten.

We're almost
Too ripe
We're bleeding

We're almost
Too swollen
We're no longer

Whole.