Two lovers tied
by invisible thread,
black, white ropes
like snakes tangling.

Their depressive
nature, a Gemini feed,
a cosmic cauldron,
stirring them to fall
apart together.


Found poem in Banks' song "Gemini Feed."

He is forests and mountains and oceans
He is cliffs and caverns
He is tongue and truth and religion

I want nothing more than to explore every single inch

I remember when we first got together.
When it started with fireworks and butterflies and hope.
When every touch and every kiss felt like a revelation.
When love was our religion and worship our preferred pastime.

But now, it feels different; it’s all work, and money, and politics.
I shy away from your kisses and pray your hands stay above the belt.
And maybe it’s blasphemy to say this, but I feel like the magic is gone,
like I’ve fallen out of love with you.

I’m wondering if I’m having a change of faith or just now realizing
the sacrifice isn’t worth the settling, after all these years.

And I can’t tell which sin is worse —telling you or keeping it to myself,
because either way, someone’s heart will be broken.

I don’t belong here.
I go through the motions —the day to day— left unfulfilled.
I know I am meant for something more, something exquisite.
I don’t belong here.

Waves I
I can only compare her to
waves, because even when
I try to pull away, she pulls
me in again and again.
I again, I am left with
the feeling of shakiness
upon solid ground.

Waves II
I can only compare him to
waves, because no matter how
many times, I push him away,
he always pulls me back in.
Again, and again, I am welcomed
back into his sun-warmed waters,
despite my feelings of shakiness
upon solid ground.

Velvet moon
rays cascading down
caressing so softly, your skin,
I could scream.

Dressed in nothing
but the moonlight,
wrapped in folds of silk and sin,
there, you dream.

I don’t know if it
was love at first sight.
When you looked into
my eyes, I just knew.

You were my twin flame.
In all our past lives,
in a parallel universe
it has always been us.