Pale butter, creamy yellow
Dreamy spread of delight
Coat my taste buds in
A comfort so smooth as a frayed
Cotton-combed, sleep shirt
All right for sneaking rye bread
In the night

I have too much fire within me to surround myself with the cool, damp air that is your being. You provide a few stones and a stick and expect me to maintain a flame. Then once it's created you want unearned credit that belongs to me. Contradiction hangs heavy on your sleeve.

stand up for your truth's
darling
I want to love you through them

my love of you's been
reduced to knots

& not the kind that keep

or thoughts
love reduced to blinking
through tears that chase my sleep

I'm falling under reason

that I know so I should stop

but my heart won't stop it's beating
it's like my blood's refused to clot

impossible to forget
you knew I loved you all along

it was a bit of truth I needed
you couldn't give to me at all

Can you hold me,my love?
I'm losing my grip
I've been through rough patch
only able to grieve
My treambling body,
My hopes,that is about to dissaper
it's for you to hold
it is your part of share,to care
& I , I will be your strength
Everybody goes through nightmares
I will be there to show you light
on your  darkest night
We will reach out to the sky,
Sky is the limit, they say
the limit : so limitless
the limit : we've set
we do this often to ourself
setting limit to everything we get
I, I am going to worship every inch of you
If you promise to do same
we are gonna talk,make love
under the night sky
star gaze,just to feel alive
I am going to rip off all the romanticism inside me
if that's what love feels like
l've been good but
I've also been blessed with the bad side
I am fed up with fake promises
and people who pretend to make things right
I want to be able to write love poems again,
So baby, tell me no lie .

We grew up.
We grew into eachother.
I cant tell where I end
and you begin.
We make eachother younger,
braver people.
I look at you and I just
want and want and want.
I want things I dont know how to ask for.
It sticks in my head like bubblegum
on the bottom of my shoe.
Everything feels so incredibly vast.
How do you let go of something
thats already a part of you?
I say your name just to feel it in my mouth again.
All I can see is that October rain
dancing down the lines of your hair
and the gentle ***** of your nose.
Its the kind of thing that makes me want to take deep breaths.
I am storm soaked
and full up in love.
How fine and rare and beautiful it is
to simply exist.

I lose my first life to lightning,
of all things.
I spend the next day
racing through a field of camellias
while golden hour twists the sky yellow.
They are redder than red,
like the crests of your cheekbones
and the tips of your ears-
even your blushes are incredibly focused.
I'm so happy I dont know what to do with myself.
I wait for you as you stand in the middle of the street
watching the sun sink into a kaleidoscope of orange.
Your back is to me
though I feel like I have never seen you more clearly.
You smile radiantly into the distance.
I want to care about things like that.
I want to love things, too.
My second life is stolen by fire.
In the whirlwind of my return,
I find you waiting for me
with an umbrella and a smile
underneath the willow tree.
When I was younger
I thought there was a piece of the puzzle missing.
You make me feel like there wasnt even a puzzle to begin with.
I want to keep you
but I refuse to own a cage.
I trip on my way to take your hands
in the willow-broken light of the afternoon.
You laugh with your entire body.
It's like I have never truly understood poetry until right now.
You are the embodiment
of that peculiar space in between the seasons.
With you goes all things bold and brave and beautiful.
I've got 25 lives
but I love you like I hardly have one.

A wine bottle
filled with keys
is all I drink.
I never cared
for the bitter,
sick taste of
old grapes,
taunting me.
But the bottle
fits nicely
in my hand
and I enjoy
the tang of
metal
on my tongue,
reminds me
of the blood
I used to draw
when you got
close.
Lip torn,
to kiss, or not.
To speak, or
be silent.
The keys,
I find them
forgotten
in crevices
of other
people's
lives, after
they've released
what had to be
locked away.
The edges cut
on the
way
d
o
w
n
...
Some part of me
is still soft, now
I can prove it
with the blood
I've coughed up.
Paint this truth
deep wine red,
with spare keys
jangling loudly
in my stomach
like the nerves
of my body, if
you'd listen to me.
But now when I
speak, you hear
silence.
You’re done
kissing me
and I taste
salt. Tears.
Still drinking
sharp keys from
a wine bottle,
hoping they unlock
something inside.


**V. K.

It needs to just leave me alone.
Let me sleep.
Leave me with thoughts of love.
Not thoughts of panic.

Welcome to my Panic Room.
Where instead of sleep,
Thoughts of terror come into play.
And I can feel the swelling of my throat;
As if I were allergic to the tragedy.
My heart beats as if it were a horse race.

Welcome to my Panic Room.
Where a bed lay in the center.
One I wish to sleep upon and dream of fearing nothing.
Yet I sit in the corner;
All curled up to protect myself from the monster that's coming.
Only to realize, every time,
The monster is inside me.

there is a ghost of your smile
that haunts me
there is a ghost of your embrace
that keeps me warm

the love I’ve never felt for you
holds me down
and the stars remind me
of the brightness of your eyes

there is a ghost of a dance
that I’m not sure I had with you
there is a ghost of your words
that fills my head

the things I feel
and the ones you do
are blurry and confusing
and I can’t identify
what is mine and what is yours

maybe I can’t forget
all I almost had with you
and I’ll almost have

maybe I did love you
even if just a little
and for just a little while

maybe I do love you
even if just a little
if I didn’t why would I
lose so much time
thinking about what can be
between you and me