arms open, she is always there.
night, with her tilted head,
fangs out and lips curled,
shaking with eagerness to ****** away daylight.

i do not mind. the light was not mine to keep.

swallowing the heavens, she sighs as i fall into her arms,
moonlight dripping from her shoulders,
and into my lap.

i breathe into her neck, where i am safe.
in nocte consilium:
the night brings counsel.

i am seventeen
sitting in classics
seeing them hold hands. the girls.
they are proud.
open.
unrelenting.
hadrian eyes me, seeing i do not understand.
'cur invida es?'
i do not look at him.

                     odi et amo quare id faciam fortasse requiris
                            nescio sed fieri sentio et excrucior

he puts his hand on my shoulder
where it still remains.

Blue rimmed sunglasses.
They were once someone else's.
They belonged to a boy with red hair,
always in the middle rows with no gaps
spared, endless friends.
Our eyes once met underground.
I know you do not remember.
Fearful eyes. I now recall.
I do not know why I ever thought it was
reverence.
Summer ending, hair cropped,
you greeted the person next to me
before shaking my hand.
We have just laughed away an hour in front of the lights.
Oh, mirabile auditu.

Give me a thousand kisses.
I will not feel them.
Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then another thousand, then a second hundred.
I will not feel them.
Old men and their centuries of crooning lend me nothing.
My heart is still, my night endless,
my thirst eternal.
Images of rivers, lakes, oceans
quench my thirst like nothing else,
yet drinking is ever the more repulsive.
The brief light has set.
da mi basia mille.
I will not feel them.