I think her insides are made of glass.

Light steals through her parted mouth before we kiss and jumps around inside.

It stays there, trapped, glistening through her different parts. 

Because of this she glows.

Because of this she could burst and it wouldn’t be a complete tragedy, 
She’d be a ****** star for a second.

I break her into thread, she looks like Christmas lights.

I break her just a little bit and she doesn’t notice.

Tiny pieces here and there;
during sleep, after drinks,
she just glows a little harder before her body seals up again.

But the sounds.

The quiet snapping sounds and the loosening beneath her skin. 

She becomes less young when it happens,
I can turn her into an old woman if I’m not careful.

The feeling.

Small fragments peek through, mark into me when I hold her tightly. 

Sharp like thorns but clear and flat.  

I could push her in front of a bus, 
turn her into glass chimes if I wanted.

Thing is, she loves me enough to let me.

I hate her.

I destroy myself and get more ugly.
She destroys herself and gets brighter. 


She will melt down her limbs over fire,

straighten them out and get younger.

The moving of her broken parts is music; 

I cannot sleep without music

The moving of her perfect parts is music;
I cannot sleep without music

I am trying to dull her with time; 
It is not working.

I put another body between us to push her away,  
I only pushed through and toward her;  
It is not working.

God put a country between us,
I pushed harder;
God is not working.

When she stops working I weld her back together.

When she stops working I work harder.

My body stops working,
I hurt it
and work harder.

She gets sick and I put a torch to her.



Just enough, and she’s stronger,
a little more, and she’s stronger

She becomes warm glass and soft glass,  
her body settles into the shape of mine.

Holding her less than perfectly becomes impossible.


I hold tight anyways.

Never too tight.  


I could squeeze her into sand if I’m not careful.

Lose her in the beach if I wanted to.

Thing is, she loves me enough to not let me.