My darling. My sunshine. My love.
Right now you are across from me,
Eyebrows furrowed, nose deep in a book
With words and lines I will never truly comprehend,
I’ve tried, but they merely appear as squiggles.
And I keep falling in love with you,
With each blink of those gorgeous eyelashes.
With each breath I hear faintly but presently.
With each twitch your mouth dives in concentration.
With each flip of the page,
I keep falling in love with you.
I love you for the little things. The eskimo kisses, the inside jokes, the phone calls everyday, the brief but electric touches, the conversations, the way you remember things I’ve said years ago, how you wrap my hair around your fingers, how “I love you” sounds from your lips.
And as I watch you,
Concentrating. Focusing. Being that brilliant man I fell in love with years ago,
You have no idea I’m writing this.
I smile,
For maybe you’ll know. Or maybe you won’t.
But it won’t matter. Because I love you.

could easily outmatch the summer,
sizzling. scorching. scalding.
dew of sweat fresh each morning,
air pungent with flames each night.
our summer love could belong in novels,
the days full of sparkle and rapture,
the weeks gone into the heat of our embrace.
our summer love was gone
too quick.
tears new and stinging.
feeling nothing but your fingertips.
tasting nothing but the sour air.

our summer love...
i could write more. but no one.
no one.
no one.
will ever understand.

The stillness of the morning.
Half of the world slumbers on, half of the world trudges into their lives
I sit, mug in hand, sweet aroma tickling my senses
And breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
We are always rushing. Never stopping.
No time to waste time.
Only for fifteen minutes,
Maybe half an hour.
But I breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

they were real.
salty, soaked, strange.
upon your canvas, mixed into the rocky sea,
a hurricane was feasting.
shaking, shaking, shaking.
with my fingers, i tired to anchor.
with my lips, i tried to calm.
i couldn't dig my fingernails,
you refused to look at me.

my beautiful, wonderful baby,
all the galaxies combined could never
match your wonder.
let me kiss your tears, lick the salt away.
i must see your eyes,

we all need to be broken sometimes.

i taste venom. bitter.
tongue is dry, cracked.
licking my lips, but the taste is there. in between my teeth,
lodged into my throat.
i want you to taste this, too.
my thirst that can never be satisfied. you have no idea,
do you?
you lie, and your blood reeks of it.
to spit it back, watch it burn.
a luminescence with no sense.
you'll only return what's mine, the bitter will never leave.
instead it will sit comfortably, warmly
in the pit of stomach,
waiting, like a sleeping dragon, to be disturbed
once more.

it will be strange,
to only feel your presence.
a shadow with no body.
it will be foreign,
to only sleep with your ghost.
to turn and feel a pretend warmth.
it will be unknown,
to walk the lights alone.
to have no comforting glove, around my own.
it will be unfathomable,
to see your eyes a few times.
to not have the storms descend.
summer slips,
along with your touch.

the taste of salt is poison.

i am your cleopatra. i am your queen.
there are no orders i will give,
except you must love me with every inch of your cells.
there are no jewels i will want,
except for the ones in your eyes.
there are no lands i will conquer,
except for the land that starts at the tip of your hairs,
to the tip of your toes.