plucking and pulling,
gouge out the jelly.
many hands have scraped my skin:
the soft base of my belly.
teasing and testing,
wrench apart my brain,
i carry the abrasions-
this invisible, ever-spreading stain.

Tidal wave of information,
My fate is just your gossip.
First love, first touch,
You ask me how I lost it.

I confess of nights of water
Flowing up above red eyes.
These secrets are not yours to share,
My bellies up, my pride

Put on a plate for you to dissect
With leather, rubber, fire.
Your brow will crack in two tonight,
My flesh is burning; I tire.

I would lay down next to you,
But the earth would crumble out.
I’d fall past him, towards old feelings;
Beneath your crumpled,
Furrowed
Brow.

twirling, twisting,
i take the sun as mine.
you want, while i love,
it’s our everflowing time.
lay me, bare chested,
open underneath your fan.
sickly sign of youth-
never wipe it from our hands.

she lingered in his love for years.
infestation, degradation.
a silent comparison i was not privy to.

blonde on blonde,
crime against the looking glass.
though, i was tanner.
though, i was rougher.

my smile ate her smile,
i left the cutlery at her place.
the rot ripping her right apart,
the guilt dragging down her face.

exotic blonde,
made divine through his sin.
the innocent seductress,
what couldn’t she win?

oh, but vengeance is slow
and sweet.
i laid the trap before he knew.  
i taught him all he gave to you.

so take your prize, pretty girl.
take my scraps.

Take me apart, body boy,
Hold me, dangling, from the climb.
Your hands have cast a spell on me,
The movements hit bullseye.

I waited many summers
For my body boy to dive,
But the cord was wrapped around him-
How he had to kick to survive.

The waves below us called to me,
But my body boy decried,
‘How can I jump from where I’m from,
When I never learnt to cry?’

One day the cord turned rotten,
And I knew it was our time,
So, my body boy let go of me,
But he never jumped behind.

lightening flash smile,
hands roving, mapping, learning for later,
worshipping without prayer.
or is this prayer?
our own form of scripture.

your laugh is my gifted frankincense,
wrapped in humidity and electricity.
and there’s a buzzing around us, love,
but just ignore it,
for my heart makes funny sounds.

this may not make sense,
but you spin me incoherent.
words are slurred; i’m a drunk,
vision warped up so high on your lap.
what spell did you put in my drink?

you tell me a joke
and i laugh and look to the sea
jelly legs and jelly heart
squishy from my dreams
projecting thoughts to the sky
where the southern cross is home
let’s keep walking,
i’ll keep talking
you can listen to the bones
light pollution advocator and part-time music snob-
the whimsiest pair
of contradictions
whose strings were ever
knot
-ted.
so,
here’s my secret:
the magic in the air
is my magic in the air
is the salt that sticks to your skin
is the dust that i lick from my lips
and you should know
that it is not just the heat that slicks my palms
but the way that you see me
how your eyes press me to the floor,
and brush the sand from my face,
and stretch my mouth open wide
oh, it’s a holy heat
and i need your air
now