In my darkened room
the moonlight filters through
the ***** window
the purity of it’s light untainted
I look up at that glowing orb
and whisper secrets
It’s distant flight, splashing
pure light upon the pillow
across the bed, and then
when I lay down, across
my sleeping face
I know it’s foolish
to ask the moon
so distant and cold
yet so vibrantly bright
to be my messenger
even still, I speak low
reverently, that it bring words
as she lay sleeping so far away

I hope you come back to Earth, soon
I hope you find what you're looking for out on that road in the middle of nowhere, somewhere
I hope you find it in the ocean, at the very bottom
And if you drown before you come back up
I hope you catch me in the corner of your eye
Turquoise tails flailing and beating against a watery wind
My hair snaking down my spine and my ice blue eyes in yours before you choke on your last breath

I will miss you.

I'm sleeping in your bed tonight, alone
Because you left me in the back of your mind
I'm not special anymore, so **** it
I'll smoke a cigarette, a habit I never had
I'll pass out in your room where I'm usually holding you or underneath you
Summer's here, so I'm trying to keep the glass half-full
I don't need a boy to empty it again, I'd rather risk that with a man
But deep down, really
I wish you were here even if you have forgotten all about me
But you're probably somewhere in the mountains, seeing things that aren't really there
Maybe it's me
And I'm in the trees and in the stars and I'm raining fire on you until it scorches your skin
And you wake up for a split second from your daydream at night
I'll color the sky like Northern Lights and tell you to come back home.

what lovely bones you,ve got. sO neatly in your arms.
s
o
   christened with your muscles. and nerves. so specifically (and arrogant)
the frame, white;and stiff!suspended the correctness of your
*******. supple drops of flesh,

    in the between of my hands

corrupting. should you yes and lift it: the cotton breeding 'neath mine fascia) i w i      ll
    
     lay in you  my immutable splendor.

where the grass is crinkled suddenly under the pressure of your
            inexhaustible perfections. the tree is also, boughs spread.
some shade; for rough lovers. how sore you make me.
    these roots are hard. blistered the ***** skin.

             die
                   die

little sun. make a soft blanket. star strewn. by the graveyard.

                    it was quiet