England dreams in bruises of sunsets,
Hydrated, ******
Running pomegranate and blue-black
I don’t remember the first time I chose this kind of cold
Maybe these icy feet
I’ve only just grown into

You play your space much too fast,
Too lose,
Too unspecific
For a promise-maker
Fresh meat in a foreign house, and the very strangest kind
8 moments of suspension is 7 too many times
To hold our breath together
Hoping the rain caves in the roof

You repeat what I say in agreement,
With eyes like planets
You decipher scattered characters
Click the lock into alignment
It pops with relief after rust and a thousand overcast summers
Tired of the burden of keeping secrets
When my body speaks,
She bleeds completeness
Knowing more than I ever will

You repeat the question, “Can we just lay here awhile?”
With eyes like planets

In my fuzzy, tumbling mornings
You are still the light of day
Even if it’s only last night’s matches,
And I exaggerate the flame

If I’ve been ejected from the sky and shot through a forest canopy,
Only my torn clothes to hold as I walk the amazon, dehydrated for days,
Then you are the rain


When I wake wrapped in hot skin
Layers of itching ash, fallen paper-thin
Too frozen from the smoking door to reach the window
You are a headlamp
And a deep voice of salvation any trapped creature would know

I am the sea to your sky
I create your blue and you pull me

You stare at me scared and blinking like I’m a passenger jet on fire
Like I’m a golden-haired loose cannon fitted with trip wire
And you’re a fragile cloud of smoke
Written in the sky, the wind could tear you down and flip you inward
Buried down six feet just to sing about the dirt
And how you clawed your way out
How next time you try to fight the straight line and die in the right light, you’ll pick a sunny place to drown
You torched me like a teal-eyed lighting bolt
then burnt the hospital down  
I’ll wring you like an orange
Until I’ve had my fill and can live with the taste in my mouth

Hold me back?
Allow me to rush forth?
I wonder who you will be and where you will come from
I take guesses at the language you might speak
And with it, who you will coax from my menagerie
To dance with you in the jet fuel and rising flames

Fainter, darling
I don’t think I could hear you cutting me down under your breath
Try a different angle, perhaps
I don’t think I could quite feel your ***** slicing into my chest
If you wanted to plant a garden over me,
All you had to do was ask
I know I’m woven of the brightest colors you’ve ever seen
I know you’re tired of going blind,
Fighting the escaped circus bear of memory
How can you lie to your delicate self so easily?
Are you ready to admit why you’re losing sleep?