Sunday morning
last night on my breath
your scent lingers
and your ghost still fresh on my mind.

Tell me my eyes
remind you of the night sky
so that when I'm gone
you can squeeze yours shut
until the stars twinkle on the back of your eyelids
that's me looking right back at you.

I could pretend to hate you
and say you never changed anything
and you can keep telling everyone
that I don't even figure
as a footnote in your life

but if I were to be honest
I would say that

your kiss is the one
I will compare all future kisses to

well now you know
and maybe, you even feel you have
some sort of power over me

well,
you would be right
while I'm floating aimlessly in your atmosphere
searching for some gravity
all you do is smile
like you know I'm a fool

well,
you would be right.

This is a poem about someone else
so don’t look away
don’t hurt yourself
(when you look in their eyes)
you might see me staring back
I am the mirror
and you’ve picked out the devil in the details
so grab hold of the one you love
and tell them that with every touch
     you feel the sun rise from your hips
tell yourself it isn’t a sin
that you’re still moved by the tornadoes I stoked
     when I stroked your skin
and we could be so wrong together
like the stars and the moon
  destined to outshine the other
but we can never be right for anyone else
(but) this is a poem about someone else
and if you’re on your own
don’t look away
don’t hurt yourself.

Ocean waves rising and falling
she is breathing
   she is alive
and the midday sun kisses her great blue expanse
hitting her skin
  setting diamonds ablaze
forget the sunburn
forget its sweet sting
with a look in your eyes
nothing compares
  and nothing ever will.

In the midnight hour
I listen to the wind
racing through the dark
its song beautifully broken
as it kisses every dream
that glides upon its wings.

I will hold you
gently at first
and then all at once
till you feel me
my weight upon you
my arms around you
pulling you in
crushing on you
like the dew as it sits heavy upon blades of grass
and before dawn I will leave you
with nothing but a moist souvenir from my lips
a kiss farewell
before the morning light.