she wore her thoughts
like lingerie
and spoke them
like muffled moans.
moonlight conversations
in her head
exposed in broad
daylight.

watched her undress,
but i,
felt more naked
than she'll ever be.

i am a traveler,
your body— my destination.
my fingers tiptoeing
the lands of your skin.
you shiver
i shake
i revel.
i dig, your irises disappear.
you tell me
"....deeper, i'm near"

my lover,
let us own the night.
the candles, our witnesses
the velvet sheets, our jury.
play the murderer for
i yearn to be
your victim.
commit your crime
and free yourself from
your prison.
let time be in sync with our movement;
let lust be named love

she hated the way i smoke
not because it would
**** the budding flowers
inside my lungs,
nor i would eventually
**** hers instead.
she hated the way it looks like—
dark clouds,
morbid nightmares.
it makes her want to light one herself.

parched,
my lips
chapped.
drought,
famine.
i crave your
kisses—
the baptism
of my mouth.
i am your
follower.
submerge.
let me
drown.

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"