Bleeding in your sleep,
we are closer than our skin.
Flesh inside of flesh.

I’m lost inside you,
I run deeper than your veins.
You scream in pleasure.

I’m dead inside you,
losing grip on the magic
once held between us.

Months later I think,
or I hope, that you’re alone.
I’m bitter for you.

Worshiping in vain;
Touch something ugly tonight.
Touch yourself tonight.

Stephen Hawking in a fantasy rush
once thought the universe would max its tether,
turn a mighty one eighty back toward
the starting gun and run the show in reverse.

What if it were really so?

Would a butterfly return to pre-chrysalis days,
crawl backwards on stalks and un-munch leaves?

Would Frost back-step up that diverged path
to ponder his options anew?

Would we have to jettison those data cards
that school has stuffed inside us
and retreat to our amniotic broth?

What if it were really so?

Uh oh, here come the terrible lizards
back for a curtain call.
Don't you think it's getting awfully hot?

What if it were really so?

Imagine if you can, the silence following the
great "thwupping" sound of the "gnaB giB".

*February, 2015

I play blind.
Take you in with other
Senses.

Read your every line with my
Fingers, taste your
Sweet salt,

Smell the cotton and sleep
That held you, before I
Woke you up with

Hands and whispered kisses,
Craving to hold you
Myself.

I love you in
Moonlight. I love
You.

Your scents and flavours.
Your heartbeat escapes like
Poetry from your ribcage.

Tendrils from the depth of impossibly dark blue
Seaweed tickles the feet of the turbulent curves and how the world turns so slowly that we never notice
When she walks into the room she eclipses the light of the sun
When she speaks she drives the hearts of men mad with delight
And her hands weave quantum ripples through the fabric of life itself
We pull dreams from the ether and breathe life into new worlds
Ancient sea beast reaches up from forgotten depths- whose tentacles encompass the foundation of man
Tickles me toes and waters my garden with deep shadow certainty
To choose truth over shallow now
Love or lust, girl or Goddess?
Kissing the lady of the stars!

The black man stalks my dreams again.
With his oil spill eyes
And venomous smile
He speaks in tounges
And bent up promises.

He jokes, Call me Cain.
Adam Judas Satan Jesus
Gabriel ******* Whale.
I call him the Whale
For he has swallowed me whole.

He is the flood
and I am swept away debris.
He calls me Seven
(That *******)
One for every sin I've mastered.

I tasted sweetness
My mind wandered
you had the key
to the deepest chambers

Imagination created wolves
howling to the moon,
me, imitating them as
you tasted sweetness
(and success)

Flashes of primary colours
washed my thoughts
into a rainbow sliding
around to the next where we
would finally
both taste the sweetness

Receiving and reflecting
on revolting reassurances.
You reason with me
"I'm right",
ranting on about your righteous
wrongs.
Ruefully agreeing to you,
an overrated relationship
rescued by agreeance.

You wish
You were broken so
You could be fixed. But sadly
You are enough.
You are so enough and strong and beautiful and
You shouldn't feel so bad about yourself.