taunt has been breathing latent
satisfying, tumbling, ringing
next to the sounds of the waves
that crash tenderly into my woman breast
intrinsic/immature
burnt black songs spread across the wall of hearts
ashen into the palms of souls
driven by the harmony of new days
I am a new day, smiling as I dig
my teeth into natures gatherings
given for sustenance and relief
virtues have been born above me
a white sea has come to be
I marvel at all these new found beauties

my love is a wild orchid leaking at the mouth at dawn
as hands find ways to place themselves in invisible places
burning beneath dreary midnight skies

terror and rushing silent hearts, something good
I have pranced upon in life meadows
and I find this lingering between those two places
perfection speaks silently
perfection whispers violently

I find worlds to live in
where our windows are portals to the spiritual
and open doors bring in tender wind
violet voices drip beneath the skin
in rich shades of heart fall
leaving imprints of impersonation and
reconstruction on my wall
blinding the unforgiving love of routine
and blue curtains that were hung up last winter
with a smile brushed upon a sad face

living in forests of wild woods and pubescent trees
mock the artificial mind of this city
learn how to be

I am no casting eminence glancing down
breath taking seas, locked in the agony of happiness
and criminal hearts, kissed by a kisser
holding hands tediously as 3 hearts melt into one
like the rain coming down from your roof
and the joy of falling asleep to the sound
of water being absorbed into the ground
recycled, there is something so comforting about it

flower printed walls, and hallmark cards lay around
the smell of coffee stenches the carpet
there is something glorifying about broken bottles in the corner of the bar
perhaps a long night of silent communication
and unbearable looks of quiet knife like stares
piercing-exciting
loving

I have lost my passion to write of you
the leaf burns slowly
in the
sun.

you sew my bones together, with the blue print of your voice
limbs tearing apart solemnly,
breathing in distant cosmos, left bitten/ forbidden
no choice
bodies bare birth to gentle flowers
like spring in the smallest forms
the whispers between calmly opening buds
the oceans remain salty, the tide gripping in its low
lingering on shore
kissing the roots of the pier
we remain eternal

like things that still have no names
I know new burdens bare like intimate kisses
so hard to explain and forget

I wake up with my teeth grinding
between broken fingers and disaster
I panic and become nervous
when I remember nothing special ever really happened
when I remember I never made real love to you
when I remember I did not taste the edge of giving you
my fire/ no I never even came close
when I remember cringing
shoulders/ locked
collar bones exposed. heavy.
I rub my cheek against yours
feminine lips part
emotions emerge like new islands
black and freshly exposed
we never gave time for the life to grow

I never whispered how I loved you in your ear.
I never took you all the places that were haunted
places I promised silently we would go
I never held you quietly, sober, in the dark
or fell asleep in your arms

I never cried to you. I needed to cry to you/ I held it in
I never let water fall on our naked bodies
I never helped you the way I wanted to help you
I would let you use my soul to wipe your tears
I never kissed the inside of your thigh early in the morning
I never gave in to the beauty of tenderness with you

I managed to pull out a few tears at 4 in the morning the other night
I managed to redeem that acceptance, it set me to pain.

you have been far beyond ruthless. you have so much room to grow.

you should have set your eyes to the ground
her words melt like poetry in my mouth
dripping, haunting
dark literary chocolate
speak

thin words woven like thread
into a tattered cloth
easily breakable
I watch things burn
between the beating of heart drums
sour contradiction
hidden deep in lost eyes
and old folks

redemption
there are 2 ways to be honest
silence has been the best
we all remember
bad crime

the type writer fills the nonsense
letting go of bloodshot canvas
flustered tongues
bedding the wise

this room smells like ink
your hair smells like ink
your arms smell like ink
your body tastes like it

there is no more room for sensual
broken glass
hindered
smile
it was so precise
incision inside right blue vein
hardened in sun, molded into beastly atoms
drained come loathing
breathing forbade me from looking
in the pale direction of ruby sonnets
hanging off the tip of shoulders

scratching thunder
moonlight sonata
dance, eyes pierced into the dark blue above

fingers settled like spiritual natives on blushed cheeks
smile when I speak
grow tall, infinite, strong

highways fall like clouds in my vision
they all have become a blur
exits off the roads and the furthest away from
temptation of fruitful chaos
mourned with lactating *******
children's laughter
angry fathers chest

head spins
black and warming winds
cool spins
welcoming grins
nobody ever wins