once again the light of love has ssmoothed over your indisgressions

barbed arrows and blunt fist blows full of words.

I turned my back to ice.

i fractured.

I turned into scalding water

I seeped into the ground

luke warm is all I am able.

I dont know whether to turn into vapour

or collect myself at your feet.

my love is still a fragile phoenix.

its your move.

Nearly 2 am and im up taking shots of wiskey using the sweet words you wispered into my ear as a chaser

I just realized that the stars spell out your name perfectly on my left arm

Thats when I threw my half empty bottle at this desk where ive spent so many drunken nights writing about you and I used a peice of the broken glass to scratch out the beautiful consolations.

It's been awhile since my eyes met your skin and this is all going to sounds far too cliche but your lips are drawing mine in to slow dance  and the rain hitting the window sounds a lot like love to me. In the back seat we have countless silent conversations but even the thunder has less volume than your name on my tongue. The only way to catch sight of you is when the lightening flashes across the sky, then crashes across your eyes. Your hands on my back give me more chills than the storm's breath as I'm trying to catch mine. The rain against my neck drives me almost as crazy as your grip and your skin is almost as soaked as my inner thighs. But they say every storm runs out of rain and I guess our romance just lost it's thunder.

the house next door makes me
sad.
both man and wife rise early and
go to work.
they arrive home in early evening.
they have a young boy and a girl.
by 9 p.m. all the lights in the house
are out.
the next morning both man and
wife rise early again and go to
work.
they return in early evening.
By 9 p.m. all the lights are
out.

the house next door makes me
sad.
the people are nice people, I
like them.

but I feel them drowning.
and I can't save them.

they are surviving.
they are not
homeless.

but the price is
terrible.

sometimes during the day
I will look at the house
and the house will look at
me
and the house will
weep, yes, it does, I
feel it.