His Spirit in smoke ascended to high heaven.
His father, by the cruelest way of pain,
Had bidden him to his ***** once again;
The awful sin remained still unforgiven.
All night a bright and solitary star
(Perchance the one that ever guided him,
Yet gave him up at last to Fate's wild whim)
Hung pitifully o'er the swinging char.
Day dawned, and soon the mixed crowds came to view
The ghastly body swaying in the sun
The women thronged to look, but never a one
Showed sorrow in her eyes of steely blue;
And little lads, lynchers that were to be,
Danced round the dreadful thing in fiendish glee.

To the fields in springtime
Picking violets
Did I come
So welcoming the fields
A single night I slept there.  

Your lips are a mystery to me.
I have studied their soft implications:
how moisture beads, tongue-touched
after certain words have rained;

their principle unfolding beneath
the warmth of breath, gathered
upon their petals, as if
tasting the humid sun;

I want so much to know
how your lips blush shamelessly,
why their feathered curve feels
like a moan, how they ripen

subtly into kisses, the tongue
in which they say take of us
and feed, smear your pollen
we will make blossoms and smiles.

The summer sun must now set
and make room for the Autumn moon
Hot August nights will cool; don't fret
The leaves will change their color soon
And if at all you feel the pain
of summer's past come back to haunt
Have faith, there will come Autumn rain
To quell your mourning, vanquish want
And all of whom you sorely miss
will live in spirit in the crisp fall air
and bless your forehead with a kiss
To show they're with you everywhere
                               Summer doesn't last after all
                               When you wake, it will be Fall

i know what newton tells us

i know countries and continents and cities

i know the planets and their moons

but i did not know the galaxy of my body the planets that are my organs or the nebula of my mind
until you showed me

you taught me and showed me and led me with coarse hands and eyes deeper than any space i have ever traveled.  you caught me in your gravity when you showed me ribosomes and platelets and when you traced my veins like they were a map you needed to follow without even knowing where it would take you. you told me the cosmos are forever but the body dies and that is far more beautiful than any atmosphere or supernova. i want to chart the stars on your skin with my mouth and i want to show you the taste of an atom and i want to teach you what overexposure to your radiation does to me but you are already laughing and telling me that something as small as you does not deserve the attention of the universe.

when i said i wish i had never met you

i told the truth

the universe was easier to comprehend

when it was only dead stars

instead of the way you look at me

give your problems to me, i just wish you to feel at peace.
i'm your empty glass but i won't fill up;
i can carry your dread and spit hope and dreams;
my back is strong under the strain of silver linings holding us together.
i'll clear your clouded view and you'll see
that the way you lay here with me fits perfectly.

(because when the worries and troubles and anxieties and stress and scars and streaks
dissipate,
you're just you and i'm just me)
i don't want the anxious, grimaced girl with attachments,
looking three months ahead when we might not be here;
i want the smile that creeps up and cascades through you, unnoticed
until you're beaming so fully that i can't tell the hours have passed
(while day slips into night
and we lose track of the hours into morning).
because that smile tells me there's no place on earth you'd need more badly to be
and i guess in reality,
that's all i really want to believe.

What am I to you?
Surely, I am nothing more
Than a cigarette of yours.
You've had many like me before,
And you will have many more like me to come.
You keep me in your back pocket at all times,
Waiting,
Craving the touch of your lips
On my papery skin.
When you finally choose me,
It's heaven in my heart.
I feel fireworks, like the spark of a lighter
Igniting my love and soul.
You taunt me with the promise of a good night's kiss,
But all I receive are a few false kisses blown my way,
And eventually,
You drop me on the floor,
And stomp.
You'll leave me there, sparks extinguished and heart in fragments,
Watching your lips do their beautiful dance
On another just like me.

Forever forgotten. Forever irrelevant. Forever inept.

Breathe me in.
Inhale me.
Tempt, but never touch.
What am I to you?
Surely, I am nothing more
Than a cigarette of yours.

{alaska}

It is hard to determine where this new route will take me,
I can't see any clear signs that may guide me to safety.
A new chapter I begin, expecting the unknown, I've
read this book before but these pages all have grown.
The wings of the turtle begin to show traces of life, I
hope that the flight it takes doesn't crash like a wild
kite. Entering a path that many have tried to run, I'll go
in just crawling, then I'll walk and perhaps may jump.
I'll have to resist temptation not to run it and smash my bones.