A mouth of dried coffee and cigarettes
Kissed me in the confession room
Behind empty pews and empty promises

Afraid of a  worst taste
I never asked where you smoked
and who you drank with


You found your love in my ignorance
And I found mine
where there was none



It was not long before I fell
Fell into the space between spaces
and the cracks of time-

the tiny fissure where words arise
but never reach the surface
trapped in its buoyancy

I tried to leave and
You said I'd find you
tonight a splatter on the sidewalk

I bled a thousand words and more
That found no place midst
broken photo frames

When I had enough bones to walk out
You made sure I could never
make promises again

And I love the sweet boy
who sits on the corner of my pew
And asks about my day

Yet I can never promise him
the happiness I wish I had known
One summer noon

They say 'burn your bridges'
But mine have been burning from the start
They say 'give a little love'
But I can't find that part of my heart
They give you advice they say you'll never follow
And follow it you won't
But why's the truth so hard to swallow
When accepting it, you don't

I wish you’d kiss away my tears
Wish you’d open my lips
The way you have
Every intricate part of me
And steal your name
Right off my lips
Right out of my mouth
Until all thats left of me
Is this drunken desire
To drink to forget
Your
Name

I lose myself in your orbitals
whenever they focus on me.

I want to bury my cephalic
in the crevice of your cervical.

I long to keep your brachials
around my dorsum.

You have
amazing scapulars.

Thoracic to thoracic.
Or our palmars intertwined.

Digitals tracing patterns
on each other's abdominals.

Press your oral to my buccal
and we'll see how this goes.

face down
back of her head
before me

the part in her hair
almost
oracular
jagged line of white scalp
a lexicon i alone will never know

i palm it and push down
activating some strange fate

and with much trembling
i carve up into her

unknown rune
lit
spell of ruin
flushed
consumes our us
the crush begun

quickened flesh fiends the bone
and wipes the faces
we wear

inside the creases of us
lies bending curses that will purge
diagonals crisscross
ivy writhing
growing bolder

a swarm of form
shape-shifting tor

torn and torn and will
no more

And we
both become
transfigured
spent
two loosed beings again