each new kissing makes two new fists of brutal night alive and hurrying
with the hustle bustle of dying brains wistfully drunk and full of nothing
but how many lurid drips of some dumb ******* **** or if she'll swallow
later tonight when you're alone and her hair makes a mess of the starlight
quickly between the **** ******* of night and you're trying to sleep
but outside it's a city
and the sun is almost.

pallid makes her love fist open
steaming up from the hips
with milk and a little red hair;

jaw distending on rapid
convulsions of white chest

turning to suddenly drink
her own blood from
your

h i p s.

my lover is my song
my reason to sing
my imagination set free

somewhere (
quietly)
there is a suicide,

the doors won't open,

and everywhere

it is raining.

I forget the feeling of life rushing past me,
ruffled hair and stinging cheeks-
I forget the wonder of standing bare-***** in the face of overwhelming possibility,
relishing the shivers slipping down my spine,
laughing wickedly in the face of a glaring happiness,
the reflection of your essence crystallized in your eyes-
I forget the warmth of a summer wind marrying the sinking sky,
of open hands spilling the secrets of Earth, me by your side.

But I forgot to say I loved you
And you forgot to stay

"I feel like I've been waiting my whole life just to hear somebody say, 'I can't wait to see you tonight.'"

III
your third eye opened when you stopped telling people to align their ******* chakras

II
if you only ever stopped to look at me, if you only ever opened your two—

I
never loved you.

its not the words its in the weaving
the silence within each listening
songs forever singing my dears