politics, in love, and war. ambivalent truth. corruption. bonded in blood. tied by fortune.

glass ribbons hold us
cracked open
by the wait

pregnant forces
unchanging tides
effortless needs

beneath a demeanor
i see a hammer
about to fall.

ants crawl in the spaces
between our eyes
they float in vitriol
black on yellow skin
churning in our silence

I've letters of a thousand
summers simmering under
a closet of dust and bones

Night fell with the dewdrops
when single blade grew
into a mighty sword

My lips tasted rust
as the sun rose
as they knew you

you see through me
the way shadows are cast
on the ocean floor

slit between
open mantles
i seep unto you

a dietary
satisfaction of senses
in the midst
of black

it passes through
uninterrupted eureka moments
severing known and not

sometimes
i think of you
all that we are

polarized plasms
refracted by shatters
splinters and shards

in the in-betweens and half-steps
you took me away, into
and out of
the go-getters and lay-lowers

with you, the en-compass-ing
points of origin do not end

so you bring me back
to a beginning.

You find me waxing the floor
with my hands and some spittle.
A mirror of you,
papertrails and clips of words
brush aside gurgles of incoherent thoughts.

Midnight comes too late, bewitching
the deep lines on my face as your
hands wash clear the blood and putridness
of another
                      long,
                                   buried
                                                    day.