Draped over your braided thoughts
there lies lace and little beauties
It is almost a sort of glaring cruelty
that you clasp it, white knuckled and selfish
wholly absent from this hollow place

Underneath rests sweet innocence, a harbinger of angels,
souls and quiet romanticism
Eyes closed to that flickering flame which gasps, dying so steadily at your suspended little toes
You are still, frozen
other than those fluttering eyelashes and hungry eyes that look up at those beautiful and wicked angels which lilt only for you

The lies we tell of God
Are no baptisms in a dripping moon
No cleansing in and of sunlight
No anointing me of Earth

The lies we tell of God
A mark of mortal rage
A mourning that glows and devours
The fingerprints of our ancestors

The lies we tell of God
are the lies we tell of ourselves

I would capture you on film
All silvery in the moonlight
You were a swan in my minds eye
Cursed to your white purity
Cradled inside of your perceived fragility
But you were not fragile at all, were you?

You held the moon beneath your ribcage
And your breath - the night could not go on without

Bound to a shadow
No knowledge of the flesh that casts
All of these thoughts must reveal me somewhere within your mind
Somewhere like a cave
Deep and knowable only to those dark creatures
Like you and I

Or maybe it doesn't exist at all
Along with my idea and these thoughts which evoke no consequence
Maybe I'm somewhere like a desert

There was a dream in depth
That rose only where you were
A place where spring grew louder
A place where winter blurred

The dream was of an amber glow
And all of our demons lay slain
You held me deep within you
With all the others you have maimed

There was a dark blue sky
That grew darker by the day
It might have only been in my mind
This sky that’d be black someday

Closing my eyes and I imagine
That place where we would stay
You held me in your broken arms
And told me it would be okay

I would like to revel in my own ******
Own it as I own the things which were once my fleeting desires
But I’m hidden within wrought iron fences, which dehydrate an indigenous testimony
Bits of a reticent self volatilize within the dead of night
Like a whole civilization strangled and erased from history

Spring grows louder here

Here where moss licks my toes and where the Earth breathes below
Torn through frost and fallen leaves
A golden and divine light that grows and grows and grows
Spring, take my soul, possess my eyes and bury me in soil
Do all of these things to make me a part of spring