that night in december
was when we came
to be-
we knew each other
it seems
in passed
distant memories.
this cold winter
evening was our chance
to know one another
as we are now;
retracing footsteps
getting back to basics.
funny how we
reconvened at a church
and it was so suitable
for you to fall in love with me
right
there
because our hearts
aligned
in a holy
design-
as if it were truly God
putting us back
together.

a wound sliced
into your thigh
is an emergency exit
for emotion to trickle
through
because you're filled like
a hot air balloon.
dunk your head back
and take a swig
of the cough syrup
for extra bliss
and then you should feel
okay
about living

i tried to **** myself
a year ago-
a year ago
i wasn't me
a year today
i've experienced
so many things
that a year ago
i would have
missed out on
had i
a year ago
succeeded
in death
so a year today
i'm quite thankful
my
[heart still beats in my chest]

chipped china cups stained
with cherry red prints from your lip stick.
the way you swing your body languidly
through the wispy smoke
hanging in the air like a reunion of ghost;
always enchanted me so.
here the graves lie of all the lovers whose
hearts were severed by your gentle fingers
cutting out the sacred testimonies wedged
brightly in every heart.
they stained the earth,
for they had something
to give
but although your eyes open
with surprising brilliance,
how can anything you see
hold meaning?

i get sad sometimes
too much
feeling in my
throat
swollen tonsils
with hydrated
emotions
wallowing in
one place
thinking of winter
and days that
act
as night
dawn doesn't
show
wrists
that cannot
cease
blood flow
i was a corpse
once
did you know?
i think
sometimes
my
heart
remembers
death
and its the same
old itch
that
ignites
memories best
forgotten
but
there's the
salt
and here's
my wound.

cloudy blankets give warmth
when the outside world
screams
and rain falls like
domestic violence
and inside it's all
tea and blueberry
muffins baking
slowly
likethelove
in my guts.
i was confused that it wasn't a burst;
something violent
like the stomach flu
(that made me think
it wasn't really you
who i should count the
seconds with)
but you've patted soil
around my ankles
and i'm growing in your shade
blooming love
that has roots
instead of
momentary
drunkenness

i want you to drive to me
in this midnight hour
with the world shut up
in a dark closet
come to me
so we can
fill this
fragile span
of moments
with kisses
of longing
and
forbidden
nightly
visits