And when he does not love me anymore,
I will build him
one last altar,
and decide to burn it to the ground.

But will only get as far
as lighting the match.

Thinking about how he used matches
for something.
Sometime.
Probably.

I'll brush my teeth,
thinking of the gaps between his.
How really,
it's a great metaphor for the distance between out hearts
or something stupid like that.

But in the end,
it's not a metaphor,
or an analogy.
They're just teeth.
(That could never quite come together
kind of like us)

I will crawl into bed
imagining an alternate universe
in which we have started a life together.
One where I wake up and reach across the bed for him.
Get the kids ready for school,
which is funny
because in this universe I never wanted children,
but in that universe,
we created something out of nothing.
Something with his eyes,
and my nose.
A manifestation of the love between two people.
Proof that it happened.
That is was real.
And it was resilient enough to breathe life into a world
that only offered it death.

In that universe,
our hair turns as silver
as our wedding rings.
And each wrinkle,
is a space where our skin just wanted
to hold the other person even closer.


But here
in this harsh reality,
time only pulls us apart.
And we will likely grow gray
with other people now.

In this universe,
I learn to say goodbye
to him.


I will build him
a library of poems.

And decide to burn it to the ground.

At the coffee shop

You sit gingerly opposite me, watching
I can almost touch the beauty you see in me
It's written like the title of a book all over your face, leaning in close to mine

Gazing into your warm hazel eyes is like attempting to escape a beautiful well of tears
Your eyes flicker, tenderly ******* my soul

In that moment I see what you see
I am yours, my heart yours and our souls intwined together in a display of shared tears and deep kisses
You eclipse any sadness I have ever felt

Your dark eyes yearn after my naked frame,
However it's impossible to get any closer than our thoughts overlapping from across the table

Reflected in your eyes I see your honesty and your love and the creases around your eyes when you smile

But what really strikes me,
As poignant as the glint from the diamond on my finger as I reach for my coffee,

Is that I can see myself, perfect, as I am in only your eyes
Beauty known only to your eyes
To my only beholder

KG

The Black Queen rules
Great and terrible
She manipulates fear and loathing
She injects it into her people like morphine
Seeping into the cracks of broken hearts, damaged souls, weakened minds

She is ruthless like the sword of a merciless knight
She is the clenched fist that grips the stiff iron blade
The mocking gleam as it cleaves innocent
She is the panic of control, the dark of the night, the love of hate

She is the man who watches his family die
The mercenary who was made to do it
The King that ordered the bakers family to die on account of his wife choking
Misleading and taunting and tempting

She is what brings down kingdoms, worlds, people
She is the mold that rots the roots of a  family tree
Her poison runs thicker than blood

The Black Queen does not forgive
She will never release you from her guiles
She is most of all, a trickster
And like a trickster she hides her true colours under a black veil
So that when you are taking your last breath
You will know
To have vengeance is blood
And blood is red
Not black
KG

in this
pocketful
        of limbo
          the distance rises
               in curls of smoke
        a prairie fire
siphoning into
crisp edge
           of forest
          Inside my
uncloaked ventricle
primeval forces
turn my blood into
dusted gold
as they pump
        sacred texts
into my oxygen
      They roll your quintessence
upon my fingers,
            playing inside
     my psyche's  
wild ache
a spread of orifice
in spellbound mantra,
       as I spit out
          the
            hairy thorns,
a holy purge of
   internal
        engravings
    
Somehow ---
like a miracle,
I grow ripe seedlings
from deep within
            my womb
as I trip into
a universe rising
I take wisps
of your grace
as it brushes
the jut of my
astral collarbone
You are always
         grounding me
                    like this,
               my tongue
              tripping
         over velvet
stance of warrior
        assuaged into silk
    
        Without you,
I might be
whisked off into
the periphery
of chaos
but instead
       I am simply
tied to
      the urgency
of the little novas
about to
        explode

While I wait
            I tend to
              the wildfires.
     to make sure they
                   are still burning
I keep my honey
wet and fresh
upon your
                   lips,
let my pores
drip moonpools
    into your glistening
wet of mouth
and only when
          it is time
I let the whole of
           me burst
into the
      fire -wrapped
tips of
   stars

I'm not sure I know what it feels like to be truly alone
As I lie in bed i look up at little glowing stars
I can feel the ghost of you clinging to my bony motionless frame
You leave but you linger
Hairs on end
Your faint presence as cold as my bloodless emotionless skin is without your warm touch
Ears plagued by a ringing of the whispered earthquakes of 'I love you's from weeks past
I turn to have your sweet musk slither up my nostrils
I imagine how I'd trace my nose along your ear and your jawline and your neck and down to your collarbone
How your fingers interlace with mine as our thoughts do
I know you are thinking the exact same thing as you lay in your bed
Me on my side and you on yours
I wonder wether we would absorb into each other if your stolid silhouette lay in my sheets
And I can't shake the shroud of loneliness I feel the moment you break away
The distance between us filled by longing and swirling sadness
But I can feel you're with me in the dark
Your beautifully delicate ghost hanging on my every breath and my every 'I love you'
The glowy star to my murky night

KG