There is fire in my bones and lightning
in your lungs. When we kiss it’s like
a thunderstorm. Two tectonic plates­
crash against each other and
somewhere in the world starts
quaking. Seismic waves are quicker
than calling. Continental drift is the
earth’s defence mechanism for
commitment. Static electricity, like
miscommunication, is simply friction
in motion. I am crushing sandstorms­
between my teeth, breathing in
hurricanes like oxygen, swallowing
the volcanic ash of survival; to think
we are all made of liquid love and
some will never feel the force of a
tsunami. Sometimes I am stuck
in the eye of a tornado, others I am
spinning in it. Either way, we are a
whirlwind of skin and bone; flesh and
blood; bruises and scars. Laying in
the fresh rubble of our own creative
destruction, I realise, our love is an
oxymoron; a natural disaster; a
phenomenon scientists could only
dream of understanding.

I can't walk in
flowered printed heels
I've watched you study yourself in
the mirror
steady neck leading down to
gentle shoulders and halcyon hands
sour ideas filling my brain I'm
imagining my hands
sweetening your concerned
soft-muscled legs
into certainty
bronze-brown strands of curly hair
on dark grey seats
I sense dancing trees behind me
and savor the beautiful bitterness
of abyssal secrets
on my saccharine tongue
your collar bones are silken
and veiled with Taurus-led
misunderstandings.
mine are always veiled with
uncertainty and
sporadically veiled with
you

lord
i am
your blacksmith
free to
do your will
through
my skills
to
fashion
this world
with
hammer  and anvil
turning
swords of men
into
wooden ploughs
thus
give it backbone again

a certain accumulation of
desires that have simply overcome
my small (ever ever small)
being...
but i can't help but imagine
your defined body next to mine
mine lying next to your heart beat beat beat
hah hah hah hearts long lost
Could i sit here forever,
just to here that heart beat.
your heart beat.
desires have simply overcome.
Me.
and oh only christ can defend me,
how, how i desire for your lips on mine
your eye lash flutter
your distant thoughts bustle
your intelligence creeping
behind our curtains
don't act so repulsed
by my face in my moonlight,
if you had wished for a pristine certificate
you shouldv'e asked for an official v card
because you can unlace my blouse
if it's cold enough to display a
modern art form
and succumb to the scent of cashmere silk
against lavender dawns
outside our big class window
so i'll bite my tounge
because my desire for you is
stronger than a flame in the trail
the pressure to a point
the hello in a goodbye
lets pray for some good will
because i could get some duty done before God with you
oh, no no I'm not the desperate type.
just the type to take your suspenders off.

That day you told me
you loved me eternally
I wept and tears fell

you, my oldest friend
yet, how I feel this chasm
separating us

I never once thought
you have carried love with you
since we were but kids.

Now I regret all
thoughts, behaviors, emotions,
which I poured on you

about other boys...
Oh, why did you not tell me!
this, your devotion!

Dark rose—
Your voice so plaintive,
Is like a siren to me
And your candlelit hair,
Is dire, scarlet, I see—
Eyes so vast and blue even
Oceans, in sun, are blushing,
Hushing in shy tidal foams
And mist, how I live to drown
In those depths, to hear—
Light, so dear as it gathers,
To feel your lovely petals
Of rosy skin in after dream,
To know, there is no one
But you and I and the moon
And the sky and forever rest.
It was only too soon I knew,
How love in bliss could sting,
When your sad eyes looked
Westward to another,
I bare your thorns.