But when i kiss Her,
souls like tectonic plates
collide.

And bodies quake.
And hearts ache,
only to be closer
to beat closer
To be the blood that
flows in Her

And when i kiss Her,
in sensual silhouettes
from her tongue bleeds
hot cinnamon gum
and stale cigarettes
and love
like Her secret ingredient.

And when i kiss Her,
skin cells sing,
melodious high-pitched
desires to cling
to Her own.
Heart beating over-grown
forgets the rhythm of alone

And when i kiss Her
in the quiet moonbeams,
stars begin to foxtrot
like celestial dreams
that i wish never to wake from,
so i let the night lights take from me
every sadness stored up, gladly.

And when i kiss Her
in the strong sunlight
reflecting off Her
half slit eyes
i have to smile.

i have to smile
when i kiss Her.

I remember hearing
about how the super continent,
Over the years,
Drifted apart

But the dreams
I have about you
Are no longer about ***.
They're about spotting
You across the room
In a crowded roadside
Museum
And falling in love again
As you say "Hello"

And I swear to God
I've never felt closer.

In the spring
her teardrops
flood the flowers,
Those soul shaking showers
Making way for better days

And in the summer
She draws whispers
deep into her lungs
Those secrets given to the sun
In return for shining rays

And in the fall
she changes color
and she hides among the leaves
those love notes hidden under sleeves
And wishes winter winds away

And in the winter
she lies on the ground
and lets the snow bury her body
Those snowflakes only she can embody
And keeps her darknesses at bay

waiting quietly
she holds herself close
and tries to mask the
smoke in her hair
by whispering
sweet nothings
into the air

in the form of questions
she discovers
she does not believe in god,
but this love in her gut
refuses to be ignored
so she bows to its
existence.

watching intently
for the stars to arrive
she counts the scars
on her thighs
and tries to rearrange them
into constellations

stuttering quietly
she picks herself up
from the floor,
she plucks a few roses,
And she ignores the thorns

And I'm walking,
I'm departing
toward a sky that's glowing red
and there's a thousand different poems
being tossed around my head.
And with every beat I measure
and with every word I rhyme
I'm trying hard to question answers
and keep my thoughts outside the lines.
Yes, I am leaving
I am running
toward a home that's really home
filled with simile and imagery
where my words can be alone,
and it is cold there,
it is frozen,
but the cold is fit for me
because my heart is like the tundra
and my blood is like the sea.
and now my lungs are filling up
with the sunset up ahead
and it's distorting all the pictures
that I've drawn up in my head.
But believe me, love
I'm going
and I don't think I'll return
so all my money, you can pocket
and all my poems, you can burn.
Because my old words now pursue me
and they nibble at my heels,
because I've succumbed to plagiary,
those three words I did steal.
So call me convict
call me criminal
fleeing from the law
leaving verses on the sidewalks
scratching with my inky claws
So if you find me
where I'm hiding
bring a bottle of something strong
because home is where the heart is,
and in my heart I don't belong.

I laughed.
When I picked up
her favorite book
and smelled the
words on all the
pages,
and tasted every
intention of the
author's pen
I laughed.

I laughed.
When she curled
up next to me
spitting drunken
'I love yous'
she'd later regret,
instead of
saying it back
I laughed.

But
when I realized
that her eyes
could not be
confined
to mere galaxies,
that in reality
they were the
source of life
itself
I only smiled.
I only cried.