Every night I lay into a pink sleep, which is the secrecy of her arm’s love for me. There is a solace for me in her eyes… if only I could live in their reflections forever! A landscape of exploding glass-works, that trickle wet stories down her beloved face. Into my dreams, they will fire an inscription of dazzling intimacies, in soft-blue storms of light. I want to run away with her down private roads, that glisten with the unrest of heartbeats.

© Matthew Goff

Inside the day, convulsions sweep me within the circular tide, whose currents endlessly root themselves along the shores of disappointing sentiments. Abandoning a singular precision, in using reverie with a blade to carve out the jewels with splendid contour, fashioned after the exquisite role of the past, I have failed to attract the elegant throats around which I stalk the beautiful endlessly.

Call her by the name of greek goddesses
She once painted the letters:
APHRODITE
Across her toenails
What about the last toe?, I asked
Someone responded
“she would polish it so she could mirror
the smile of the owl”
what a group I thought as I combed my
hair back with their satin words

I love just wasting away here
In the split gold jewel explosions of poverty

© Matthew Goff

Scent of roses around her neck
Encircling her white as moon flesh
Create a necklace invisible
Envy of the stale air around her

Curled up on the bed
Sliding like soft cats
We blend like smoke
And tender spark clash

© Matthew Goff

Together in the white winds, hoping to
warm each other’s faces
Our heads coil down upon
winter’s lake, while our kisses
crack sheets of delicate snow beating
whips of cruelty against the lips of narcissus!

© Matthew Goff

Evening descends upon them
And romance falls
Amusement park kissing
Adolescent waves crash
Love soaring through young skies

© Matthew Goff

She wears a necklace of *** dynamite
And love detonates the day
Conversations ignite
And honesty is spilled like water

© Matthew Goff