i draw a circle for the blood moon
denaturing, lux in tow
peeling off from the TV static
i spent all day staring into

it still tastes like sugar but my tongue is cut and throbbing

the order of objects is important
5 candles, lit counter-clockwise
i sit in the center,
HIM

when will the little waves swallow up my vacant space
do i make a solid crest before the shore
or just melt into the sea
with all my dreams

HIM
you're twirling around
you bring the sun and daisies up
you two
the less blood i pump myself,
the more that just passes.
the less it's me--

HIM
the black flirts with the edges of my eyes
and like a winsome man, tries to cajole her into bed with him
her fingers start twisting up that tablecloth

at night we talk across balconies
and deface our holiest relics in my
little white church

****** things,
blasphemous things,
things no one ever says but us,
because we're so in love,
sipping at each other's necks
like a summer cocktail

a rough lover,
you always left me squealing
& anxious
i never felt quite right in your arms,
so what will i do?

all i want is an answer
all i get is HIM

and the whole thing is encircled by her
who laps away the poison
leaking from my head