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Last Arpeggios Dec 2013
You come home on this day
and I taste the moist
of this afternoon’s snow, dying
in your hands
I won’t ask you if the cold
pressed your throat
till you breathed out
the ghosts you hid
Because I know:
you grew scales on your shoulder blades
but winter still nested
its crystals, cradling in your eyebrows
Even so, there are carols
in the shimmer between
your lashes

You are the most beautiful
when you sing
Last Arpeggios Oct 2013
Our eyes met,
radiating – tying our mouths into
grins, full of secrets
being silently shared, like adults
like children; We are only young
when we remember how to get drunk
on the joy
of each other’s chins, spilled
from the youth
in stretching our cheeks too hard,
We are only young
when we remember we are.
Last Arpeggios Aug 2013
He said
You talk with
roofs on our shoulders,
I know, you forgot
that brick houses
have doors.
there’s a crack,
somewhere,
but you’ve glued it with
mascara
There’s no point in roofs
if your house is already filled with water
He asked
Are you scared
if you allow it to flow
your house will turn out to be
empty?
Didn’t you know
you’re already raining all the time,,
Last Arpeggios Apr 2013
When she breaks you
into
shards
on your skin
wrap yourself in me
I will house you
for the cold
she leaves behind
And when your arms heal
into wings
that drift back on spring wind
I will sleep
till next winter.
Last Arpeggios Apr 2013
Waiting for a train
of life
or

Deafening steel rattling by;
sighing life into
my seasonless skirt
“Take me with you”
it seems to say
as it lingers
Yet it always returns
to cover the gravity
that tightens my calves,
that ties my heels
to the ground of the empty station

Waiting for a train
of life
or
Last Arpeggios Apr 2013
She kills the wolves
mutilating their howls
into silent smiles

but they always leave claw marks
on her wrists
Last Arpeggios Apr 2013
Hugging until our bodies
break
like your voice
as it stops speaking
anything but
me

When Fear glued my hand to your sleeve,
you put us in your pocket.
We’re about to blow out that pocket-sized happiness
until we run out of breath
and our fingers turn cold

Our eyes were always
untying each other’s seatbelts
knowing the loneliness
of driving on different roads

They set fire to our houses
so we looked for the sea
to ease our burns

we jump towards

togetherness

— The End —