i never got the hang
of a million stings
all the bees and not to bees... their honey venom
churling the rut of my hive-mind
the smoke of my tremulous eye
coursing through tomorrow's detention
like a world of hurt
that's just a place to lose
my precious things.

then you said me.

you said
my hands were not grenades..
you swore fealty to my blunders
and stripped the dark
from my stars... to better shine.
you  brought me kismet
and blue lemons...
and i never dared
to love so much
but never had a chance
to not believe
you.

from here i know your name.
and your ******* are like the moon in my pocket.
a jewel of medication
that bites the hand of a jealous god
to favor the mundane heavens of a boy
in complete love
with You.