sometimes, when I kiss you
I swear I can hear the    a  i  r
humming
~~~~between us~~~~

it's the sound of hornets when their
q u e e n
orders them to
K  i  l  l .

I stand before a black pool
where the mire does not wait quietly beneath the water, where it turns,
murmuring, like the sick child who turns in sleep.
my body is not reflected
in this darkness.
the night sky is close and empty and it reveals nothing but
decay. the darkness of the black pool
calls loudly and brightly,
for it means nothing;
our knowledge is not knowledge, only the darkness is known.
the quiet it radiates is clamorous,
it opens our bodies.
my eyes glimmer until you submit to them,
fingers longing to speak sharply into your body.
in anticipation my hands
hum.
you do not move as I ****** them into your white skin.
we have grown accustomed to this place;
we have lingered here before,
in the gloaming.
we have felt the clawing winds that chase one another,
copulate, and birth new nothingness,
our eyes expressing our motives in the
various shades that compose the darkness.
it creates a lovely hurtling noise as
we bend before it,
as the night maddens us with its indecisiveness.
before we began it laughed so much,
but now that we have touched one another
it has silenced itself again.
my hands might have softened against you
in a bright place,
but we remain, lost in the eternal,
unseeing pupil of the dark.
and the moon that looks upon us is not our moon,
but the white knuckle of a dying man.
in silence, we kiss beneath the
surging breath of the
world.

there’s an abstraction outside my window

formed out of the darkness and dissonance  

an aggregation of longing pulled from my soul.

my eyes take in everything outside the window:

the ugliness of the world
the jagged darknesses
   the aloneness
     the frustration at being alive

truths laid bare by hunger’s great fist.

I watch myself drift beyond the heavy laces of curtains shrouding my window.

from afar I see the tears smear wet on pale cheeks
see but cannot feel the heart that beats blood
the words that fall like tattered paper as I

call your name.

how was it that darkness came to be conceived in such a way

drifting and oozing black over everything?

every thought that attempts to escape like stars from my throat
is ever compressed back inside

entangled

between my very veins
tighter, tighter

until it suffocates within the cold aloneness of my chest...

all I wanted was a pair of eyes to raise me above

the night’s discord
light my bones with their penetrating glance

above all, the bitter brilliance of an
open mouth.

how is it that such a thing

can provide such sweet, undying warmth

but still a pain keen as knives to the heart
the taste of the salty stickiness of my blood

as it trickles a river down my open throat?

but what else is love but an
opening -

a vulnerability that can give rise to all greatness and happiness

and then in a sheer moment

turns a living thing into a carcass

a hole of all that was once bright and true?

and the loneliness that comes from being out of love:

it is enough to fill the heart with a greed for an ultimate darkness
or for more hopeful hearts a longing for eternity.

I guess the beauty is what distracts me so
undoes all previous notions until everything known or thought to have been known

become dust

perhaps that is why I am so unmoved by the darkness’s truth.

I am content and discontent

forever hovering between the lines of imbalance -

shall I go to you where you huddle beneath the heavy coverlet?
only your eyes visible
inviting me to join you

and form a picture so reminiscent of

Heaven

that I do not want for the real thing at all?

this is when my heart stops grappling with such questions
and in turn grapples with the sweet breath of your mouth

the warmth of the gentle ***** of your bare skin as it intersects my own

whiteness and goldenness circulating together as one in the dwindling half-light.

the quiet breaths taken in the dark
take wing in a thousand different symphonies

myriads of musical notes drawn from every escaped breath

the quick palpitations
of our beating hearts -
my soul could never leave this place.

and still the night glimmers onwards

its silent undoing.