smoke fills any negative space between the two of us in the back seat of your car
your face is changing, love.
morphing and melting into sludge dripping down my inner thighs
you said i'm cold in nature
but god, when you touched me,
it burned
each night I find trouble staying asleep
eyes closed, broken mirrors, headlights on
a snap back into reality
and i'm crashing
my head hits your steering wheel
the seatbelt tries to contain my heart beating out of my chest
but it isn't until the airbags come out
that it stops beating entirely
and my eyes are unengaged
and there's rubble for miles
but even after I'm thrown in plastic white
zipped up
I do not immediately awaken
instead I stay for a while and walk around
until I turn around to see your arms outstretched towards me
and that is when I sit up, back to the realm of the day dreaming

his sweet breath
a siren song
what can I say?
see, I breath only in prose
so broken that it takes transcription
just to utter a word
when the floodgates of my mind are open
my tongue knows no boundaries
the flower of my words
sweet on my lips
candied roses
I sigh in sonnets
only later to realize that
the song had been rewritten

as
                the
words          
          tumbled
out                

the candy are now cough drops
a hint of what they appear to be

      
his breath is a siren song
and mine is a stanza so delicate
that it doesn't know where to start
or


stop.

this coffee stain is the leftover
of an accident

perhaps
of the moment
i fell in love
with a girl i didn't know

and not
the coffee i spilled
standing up
to tell her i love her

once the harsh winter loosens it's grip,
i will be allowed to rot deep in the ground.
just give me time,
and my cherry blossom heart will blood with full force.