I want to write beautiful words on your skin.
Tattoo them with ink mixed with berries and blood.
I want to whisper my love in sweet, gasping breaths.
The words will seep deep and etch forever my name.
I'll make a mark in your life,
You'll be forever divine,
Forever mine.

Let's get drunk off each other,
My breath reeking of wine,
Yours smoky and sweet.
I'll pull you along on a leash made of roses
Picked straight from the garden,
Thorns dripping with love, a deadly red poison
A sticky, crimson substance addictive and ****.
I'll make a mark in your life,
You'll be forever divine,
Forever mine.

Close your eyes and count to ten,
Trust me not to take your life.
I'm learning a language known only to us,
Each gasp, breath, and jagged promise
Creating a rhythm of love lost to others.
I wish to place a finger on your lips
Trace your face and kiss your jaw.
Just like the blind learning to see,
I'm creating a map for a world just for me.
I'll make a mark in your life,
You'll be forever divine,
Forever mine.

I spoke French for thirteen years
I say to him
And he smiles.

More cheese.

Soft night yields to love,
Rap is the only hard night sound,
The White man is out of his depth,
Even in French.

He leans forward and whispers in my ear but,
The first lie was mine.

We’ll count them later,
In the fullness of time.

Your arms lift me up
From the crumbling bits I've always been
Softly the stars fall down
And we wish on every dream we have
Melodies of love captured
And floating
In the bubbles we blow during summer nights
On the roof of our apartment
With Christmas lights strung around to imitate
The lightning bugs we imagine
And the light
Dances on your smile
And in these moments
When your arms lift me up
From the crumbling bits I've always been
I see the sun
And I know peace

When my tears are blinding
And I cannot take another step
Weakness dominates me
And I cannot fight for myself
Those lightning bug nights
And your smile
Keep me going
From destroying myself
Into laying in a field of flowers
Watching my dreams float slowly by
With you at my side
I turn to you and see
Your face illuminated by the sun
And soft wheat grass
The golds and greens and beauty
Looking out of place in front of you

Your broken spirit is beautiful
And your tears heal any wound
I know the pain and waves that come with misery
The washing and overwhelming
Drowning in your past is easy
The current can pull you under
And the numb is beautiful in those
Moments when time stops
And I see your smile
I will pull you from that pain
And fly with you into tomorrow
With it's feather soft promises
Brushing our skin with strength
To carry on

We find salvation in our mutual destruction
And in those moments when you save me
My flesh remembers you so well
Your touch and brush and feel
The memory of yesterday can haunt you
I know
It has been so long since you whispered my name
Yet the waves are below me
And your love has made a raft
That sits calmly on the water
Which reflects the sunset magically
And in the sunlight
I can see your smile
And it saves me
By lifting me up
From the crumbling bits I've always been

I am a blank canvas

I am black lines

And Empty curves

Sloping

And

Swirling to form beauty

I am erased and drained

Let out of memories

Groggy from finding catharsis

In the rain


I am imperfect

Tears

And tears

On and in the blankness

In the blackness


The lines are shaky where they meet


I have no end

And no beginning

Only a forever route of lines to follow

And curves to trace with brushes

Or maybe hands


You are an artist

With an imagination

Creativity that flows

And knows

No bounds


You have the rainbow

Pouring out of your laugh

And into my blankness


You have found the lines

And decided what colors go where


You have filled me up

Painted me into existence


I have gone from a pencil sketch

To a breathing being


I have no end

And no beginning

Only a forever route of lines to follow

And curves to trace with brushes

Or maybe hands

I hear that during night you lay
Awake and wish it was the day
And I hear that during morning's light
You wonder why it isn't night
These dreams they are a funny thing
They root inside your heart and sing
Of hopefulness that should have lost
It's path amongst your souls black frost
For years of winter's downy snow
Has taught that flame of hope to go
And I, the candle burning bright
Have come to save you from the night
But first, my dear, please tell me why
You should not listen to this lullaby
And, still with wick inside heart's ice
Should not let this fire slice
Away the nightmares and the dreams
For hope is not as lost as seems

His T-shirt
Is old

And has been washed so many times
The fabric is warn and bare
The letters advertising his favorite team are faded
And he said it had shrunk on the drying line

His T-shirt
Is silly

Because it comes just to the top of my knees
And hangs off my shoulders so that the seems
Where his broad chest would end
Are at my pointy elbows

His T-shirt
Is warm

Even on the coldest night because it is him
It has his happiness and his smile and it hugs me just like he did
And though it fits me all wrong and makes me look
So small

His T-shirt
Is memories

You poised a gun to my head
And raised a question
And asked
In simple terms
Terms that humanity will understand no matter how far evolution takes them
“Do you want to die”
said your gun
“Click”
went your mouth
and as the hour hand fell and grains of sand dropped like atomic bombs to the bottom of an hour glass that should have run out eons years ago
You raised a gun to my head
And poised a question

My hand it lifts to push away
Yet it grabs and holds for sanity
The castle that I live in has become a jail cell and my past
has become my future
“Teach me something new”
said I
“I don’t think I’ve ever died”
I said
And as I spoke you raised a gun and poised a question and the lever clicked and your mouth asked if I wanted to die and I said yes
And you fired
And I fell
And you left
And all is well
For the blood spatter made some crimson wings I can fly with into tomorrows sunset where the future is only what I make of it and death is a myth because we have already died and in my final moments you
Raised a question
That humanity will never understand because they cannot die
“Do you want to die?”
Do you want to be removed from this everyday cycle where death brings life and reincarnation and I
Want a way out
And you
You have the means to get me there and yet
I cannot leave for you see I have so very much left to do here and she
Is waiting in the wings
With wings
With wings
For me

Humans cannot die for they are everlasting in this planet that keeps us asleep and dumb to the existence of the other worlds
And we no longer believe in fairy tales
No longer believe in angels
When they fly into our rooms at night and whisper promises of freedom humans do not believe
No longer can we feel the energy that flows in the soil and breathes in the branches and lives in the essence of each soul
And Yes, we have a soul
And Yes, I have a dream
And Yes, you asked a question
And Yes, I answered Yes
“Do you want to die?”
Yes, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m stuck here
Give me a few years and I’ll be back
As someone else
somewhere else with a new face and new memories
But it will still be me
And Humans have no humanity

You raised a gun
And raised a question
I poised my hand in thought and for a moment thought
I could be free
But justice has no liberty and we
We
Are stuck here
On this planet in this place where they cannot reach us
And she
She is on the other side
And so is she
With the wings
Them both
They wait in the wings with wings with wings for me
And he
He is here as well
But he
Doesn’t not fly for humanity has taken away his wings and we are stuck here and the blood splatter is the only hope of wings we find
And time
Is irrelevant because we have all time
All eternity
But eternity was taken away

“Click”
went your mouth
“Do you want to die”
went your gun
And I look to the sun for an answer
But she is silent
She wants me by her side but he is lonely
And I
I have so much left to do here you see
And we
We are stuck
In reincarnation we are doomed to live forever and never
And never get out
So won’t you help me get out

You raised your question with a
“Click”
and poised your gun with a
“Do you want to die” and I said yes
and you fired
and I fell
and you left
and all is well
but I am still here