that moment of love
drizzled onto me
as those forest mists
not a thick cloak
as those woodland fogs
a brief moment of warm sunshine
to greet my shoulders and upper back
not a burned foot
as from scalding sand
sweet soft lips placed upon mine in the action of a kiss
no wrestling, but long vowels softened by each other
an exchange of smooth color, well rested blending
to glide into my heart to be remembered throughout the day

honey, you're wonderful

and i thank you
for breaking my heart

i hoped i could repay you

with my love

there’s a peculiar beauty to watching the world catch fire and living in the centre of flames
there’s an off-tone to the rose-colored glasses suddenly turned gold
the form of my waxed wings devouring my existence
what if singing sirens called me to the deceitful sea?
what if i was the sun to my own wings lingering in vulnerability to myself?

there’s a strange state in the air: the wither of life and the aching of death pushing my shoulders to sea
my cold, cold shoulder i turned against my father

there’s some truly pixelated gold surrounding my presence as the hotel my soul adopted falls to the trenches of the water

i fall in love with the in-between of life and death for a second or two or five

my arms flew and swung wide as my life was mapped and completed
i bounced with laughter
and i sunk into the swinging sea with great gaiety

and all of my flames were put out in an instant

please hang me in the silence opposite your kisses
and make me wish the stars were alive
so that i can watch them burn trails on your skin
the echoes of a universe long disappeared
they're a reminder that i too would spend a lifetime
to reach you