Dirt keeps jamming
under our fingernails.
We've spent hours
digging through each other.

Were looking for a lover or a friend;
an ancestor and a relative.

We tried to sink our teeth
into each other
but all we found
was chipped porcelin.

One day I'll learn
how to hold nothing
and love the way it tastes.

One day ill leave the place
where lovers say,
If for no other reason,
*My pants are already
grass stained.

You spoke to me in bubbles
and smelled like rose petals.

You asked me how it felt
to be a war-time novelty?
I said I wasnt real.

You took me to a place
where there was nobody left
to remember our names.

You told me stories of great kings
and showed me pictures of dead lovers,
until I lost my sense of time.

We sat in pools of arsenic
for centuries,
but we never got any older.

A velvet fungus always grew
between our palms when
we held hands for too long.

But the vibrations between us
were too organic to define
as we sat together,
watching summer's carcass fade.

A golden moon sat in the sky;
a changeling of the sun,
and leaked down
sticky drops of indiscretion,
into puddles at our feet.

The lady tempest
sank her silver heels
into the stratosphere
as we laughed at
how hidden we were
from the world.

We were two dead souls
babbling at the edge of a dream
as I breathed you in
like a congested lullaby,

and you whispered in my ear:
*Wait until the wind blows,
take a breath and You'll be mine

I'll be the fake eyelashes
crawling towards you
on bruised knees.

I just want to get there
faster.

I'll be anything,
that keeps you here tonight.

******* need.

Fill me with delusions.
Store your nightmares in my skin.
As if I ever mattered.

Just give me what I want.

Words skinned and numbed
by too many bricks,
slip out past your hollow tounge
and through your silk teeth.

Your words fall to the earth like milk;
creamy and assuring.

They flow over sticky cobblestones
and gather in puddles around my feet.

Gently, they wind around my ankles
and slip through my belt loops
until they are snaked around my waist
and teething on my lips.

Your words smell like you:
The sweet saline smell of tears.

They tug at my eyelids
until I close them,

and stick to the inside of my skull
so I can enjoy them later.

The last time i danced
I couldnt remember the steps.
I was too busy leaking injustice from my pours
and looking for something to burn.

Your hands were on my hips
as we failed in style,
like tired machines.

You held me close
and whispered gently,
*In the sleep of death,
  you may find dreams.

You smell like smoke
and the bonfire left ashes in your hair.

Your rough hand is on my knee.
I hope you never move it.

Your eyes aren't focused
but neither are mine.
Sleeplessness is dragging us down.

My toes are numb from cold
but my heartbeat is fervent from overwork.

Your heart is the same
I can hear it.
Banging against your chest,
even from all the way over here.

The dawn is coming
but shadows still hold your face.
Your lids are half closed
and there are bags under your eyes.
Your the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

A thousand street lamps
run past me,
as I sit in your passenger seat
with my feet on the dashboard,
and hug your letterman jacket
a little bit closer.

The gentle hum of the engine
and subtle vibration of the tires
are all I can hear
before I drift into dreams,
with your hand on my knee.