i'd like to
find a crevice
so deep in your bones
to build a nest
of your vessels
for this cold,
chilling winter

heartbeat
in my brain

rivers
in my hands

adventure
in my soul

telephone cans

i’ll travel the seas
near and far
on my ship

i’ll pluck all fish
on my great line
discovering every cell
a skill surely divine

i’ll come across volcanoes
their points up in the clouds
sifting through the lava
i just want to know your ground

i’ll march the chilly terrors
of the northern winds
face exposed, lights unfold
flakes fallen within

i’ll scavenge your land
the great valleys of color
just to find you
you are unlike any other

i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

the
     sky
           was
can    dy    lu
minous
            edible
spry
        pinks shy
lemons
greens    coo    1 choc
olate
s.

  un    der,
  a    lo
co
mo
      tive        s  pout
                               ing
                                     vi
                                     o
                                     lets

nobody has ever bothered
to pick me up
dust me off

run your fingers down my spine
everything will be alright

remove my cover
gaze beyond
view the chapters
in which my life has gone

memorize my pages
the good and the bad
remember the sufferings
and comforts had

highlight your favorite parts
sentences and stanzas
dually remarked

dog-ear the sections
you find yourself rereading
leave a bookmark, save your place
i’ll always be here waiting

lay me down
on your bedside
we’ll comfort each other
all throughout the night

wear the pages of my life
under your fingertip’s tread
remember the verses
imprint them in your mind
for when my ink is dead

as children we are told
that knives hurt and leave scars
but what your mother never told you
is that words leave marks too

"don't run with scissors" she says
but what the hell am i supposed to do
when someone throws a paragraph
and it knocks the breath out of me?