just because they gave
more than you did
doesn't mean they gave
their all — like you did

I have grown restless
thinking how you don't find rest
in me anymore

Smoke me into your lungs.
Breathe me in slow,
as if you’re savoring
something dangerous
but necessary.

Let me flow through you,
your chest,
your bloodstream,
your thoughts
until I reach your brain
and settle there,
quietly unraveling the edges
of what you thought you knew.

Let me blur your vision,
soften the sharp parts
until all that’s left
is warmth and ache.

Let me live beneath your skin,
humming low,
like a secret you keep
but never tell.

Exhale me,
and I’ll still linger
in the spaces between breaths,
in the soft hush
before sleep.

I don’t want to be forgotten.
I want to be felt.
Like smoke that leaves its trace
long after the fire is gone.

Fingers trace the lines of her form,
Each touch ignites a pulsing storm.
In every curve, a secret lies,
In every sigh, our passion flies.

The quiet tremor, a thrilling ache,
Her body whispers, mine to take.
I find my fire where her warmth begins,
In this tender dance, beneath her skin.

A flood of heat, a claiming tide,
Her hips, a rhythm I can’t deny.
Each breath she takes, a soft command,
As I lose myself in her demand.

The world fades out, just her and me,
Bound by desire’s gravity.
In every pulse, a story flows,
In every moment, our hunger grows.

i pedal predawn streets
yellow globes
of lampglow

along the canals
dark the windows
and doors

so           me
ti            me
s                  birdsong and brightness

so           me
ti            me
s                  the pendulum of stars and moon

so           me
ti            me
s                  such a hiss and spit of rain

so           me
ti            me
s                  thewindandthewindandthewindandthewind

every corner
gathers its ghosts

reminding us
the living

to live

A scatter of ash