i trace my fingers down your back and plant seeds for spring
the roots of your hair tainted golden in the morning sun
you rise like a kite then fall
suffocating my every breath

i tenderly slip my hands into the vines of your fingers
growing around my waist and binding to my ribs
your eyes deep and warm
melting my every movement

keep me safe
make me new
hide me in the spaces in your arms

keep my skin from grazes and cracks
we'll lay in the spaces where no one looks
where the sun can't taint the colours of my eyes
where dust can't rest upon my arm
where frost can't seal my lips

2 dead. 7 injured
people
names
words.
A man on the train, a husband
sat at the kitchen table
reading
Will it stop?
These words leave no answer
only a faded image
an unhesitant headline
a dark message

A man stops
his hair dripping with sweat
or blood
no streetlights
just the glint
of a barrel
pointed, poised
a moment
a thought

I do wonder if they had read the morning news

i cant quite see you.
the fogginess. the tainted softness
clouding every angle
every perspective
every eyelash. every flaw
molded. melted into silver
dissolved in a glass of water

nothing lasts forever
for if it did
that song would never reach its final note
that hot cup of coffee would still burn my throat
that cigarette would still burn at my fingertips
and the feelings you had would still be there

5am mornings, we lay
under coffee stained sheets
with whispered words and promises
and peppermint toothpaste kisses
leaving scars on my skin

7am mornings, we lay
my head resting on your chest
until you leave for the day
with rushed goodbyes and kisses on cheeks
your smell left lingering

10am mornings, i lay
waking to the sound of raindrops on windows
with tired eyes and a heavy heart
my arm left resting
in the place where you once were