I don't think anyone has been this gentle
with me before.

I've never had something I want
to give back so desperately.

The doubts, the fears, I want to rip them
up like weeds. It's slow going.

I know it isn't fair
to worship someone

so I'm finding another word for it
because it's too late for me.

Keep what you stole.
I don't mind.

It's this haze of neon that makes us dumb and better
for the wrong reasons. The gin and
your lipstick on my mouth and my eyes on your collarbone
because I swear to god it's the best ******* thing I've ever seen.
Intoxication seems to be a mood these days,
a feeling. In the evening air into which we give.
You pull me out of my head and into the world. Into
you. And I
probably won't forgive you for that down the road.

Everything else is everything else. Blurred,
smoked out by the fire
that is your touch. Bring your heat closer.
Closer. And closer still. Burn me out, please,
so I don't have to see
tomorrow. Next week, next month, next year
alone. Let me indulge while I can.
Because you give me euphoria
but I'm learning
that all I give you is a buzz.

Leaves fall in the space between
you and the truth
and me. Furious reds and bittersweet
ochres stain damp sidewalks and memories.

The cold and the dark conspired to ruin
this year. I let it collapse until I didn't,
and I wish I knew how
it worked itself out. But I don't.

My scars are the craters on the moon,
my rage is the nova of a dying star,
and my imperfections are the countless asteroids
too small to see.

My insecurities are the miles of void between stars.
But I puncture that darkness a trillion times over.
Because the stars blink when I blink,
they gleam when I smile.

When I weep, comets streak across the night sky.
I drift on tides of gravity,
I breathe the rainbows of a nebula,
and my heart beats with each journey around the sun.

The rings of Saturn are my bracelets,
the Andromeda Galaxy my former lover,
and each black hole, a story I told.
The universe shakes with my every step--

Won't you walk with me?

And they were glass.
Everything clear, everything
frail. Waiting to move
and waiting to break.

The rain was the blanket
they shared. On opposite sides
of town, drops in the torrent
weaving threads between them.

Cold in the winter
hot in the summer. Sometimes
they enjoyed expectations -- only not
those they put on themselves. They couldn't,

because moving would shatter everything
they were. Closer
was pain and farther was death.
They could only orbit

at arm's length, knowing some truths,
and pretending to not know others.
They were satellites,
and they were glass.

Humor me, love me, let me
be selfish. Don't
make me sleep alone. I can't
bear this want
because I am the fool
who fell in love with you
after you told me not to.

Same old song
so dance with me
until the record stops
and we're the only ones left
spinning. Get dizzy
with me, and we'll fall--
both of us, this time.

Spiral of iron, blinded eye. The rage
and the cold and the colossus sing.
Thunderous ghosts tread the wheat and the rye, ageless
these torrents and the ire they bring.

Calamity drifting, flood in the sky. The storm,
the storm will unmake you and me.
Lost to the water, strangled. Soaked.
Bones are the feast for the roots of the trees.

Cities extinguished, the stars burn alone, beyond
sight, beyond reach. The tempests play:
drown the mountains, the temples, the stories, the songs.
The water is rising, our verge is a wave.