You are the autumn breeze,
kissing my cheeks and
streaking your way
through my hair.
You are the ocean,
vast and magnificent,
while also intimidating.
You are the stars,
the moon,
and all things beautiful.
You are everything.
You are my everything.

Sharp intake, hesitation
An overflow, an onslaught, an assault
Clenching, grimacing, cringing
Hoping, praying, wishing
A slow smile, a reassurance
A flickering pain,
Swimming beneath a hazel sea
Lingering...burrowing...vanishing
Regret

The mad beat of blood
pounding inside me
in firelit sands
the rush of ocean waves
I close my eyes
And lose myself to my body
moving as if hypnotized
like some ancient charmed snake
"Oh, the Devil makes us sin,
but we like it when we're spinning..."
out of control
as we bend time against its will
in one cyclical beat
slow it down
I open my eyes
And there you are

standing still
in this sea of bodies
And I am pulled towards you
like moon and tide
like some unknown magnetic entity
my eyes draw you near
"Because we like it when we're spinning..."
skin to skin
warm breath on my neck
eyes aflame
to this beat of lust lust lust
thank the Devil for this sin
again... Oh!

Those sleepless summer nights
Sweat pouring from every crack
In thinly layered sunburnt skins
It was all *******-on-the-floor
Blood-on-the-sheets
And *******
Living out highschool fantasies
Like the cool kids

Life before 22 was all a dream
Of midsummer swelter and
Salt water
In the mind of the dog
Chained up in the universe's yard
Tethered to the ether world
Racing rabbits through space
While I was turned into an ***
Staring at the mirror
And my expressionless face

This must be how cancer feels
Growing increasingly smaller
In a world where cabinets
And aspirations grow increasingly taller
She met the devil
For coffee on diagnosis day
But the deal they made didn't take
Her hair fell out
And her body atrophied anyway
She found herself
Floating far far away
Her blood coagulating like
A broken thermometer
Of mercury

Salvador Dali painted this fall
The house of salvatore
Minds gone to roost under warm eaves
Staring fireplaces
Hungry couches and singing windows
It's all ******* drooping like clocks
And derailing thoughts
The local biddies
Cluck their tongues
At the absurdity of infinity
And the girl in Ace Hardware
Buying shoepolish to hide her tan lines
Yawns, as her boyfriend feels her up

*Meanwhile I collapse
Like a house of cards with a flick of the wrist
Thinking about life's mathematical beauty

I remember spinning  in circles around the brown, hardwood floor,
My tiny hand grasping tight to mommy’s outstretched finger;
The sound of music from the live band was filling my ears,
While the laughter was spilling from my smiling mouth.
My dress was ballooning out like a doily,
While perfume and cologne were sneaking through my nose.
Mommy was twirling me all about,
Like a miniature Cinderella, glass slippers on my toes.

The grasses shimmer
Bend, twist and twirl
Spreading their arms, their spinning forms
Towards the crinkled, smiling eyes
Of that fire in the sky
Jubilantly dancing in the embracing heat
Screaming, singing, crying for the beauty
That leaps inside of them
Reaching for the warmth, truly believing it’s in their grasp

A lone tree limply hangs its branches
Smirking at the foolish, naïve grasses, and their blissful ignorance
For they will always be reaching
His hardened form gave up that dream long ago
  
The wind weaves and spins through the grass,
Urging, encouraging, lifting them, igniting the passion within
They whisper words of love and ecstasy through the grass
For they have traveled the world over
And know this pure, unfaltering joy will fade
They too will become brittle, hollow
Like the tree that mocks them
To mask the nostalgia he feels
He grimaces at the sun, taunting and tempting

The sun sits in his knowing sky,
Pities the tree, smiles at the wind, and stirs the grasses
Always alluring, for it is the vague promise
That sends the grasses into a frenzy
For this moment
They are alive

I rose, I saw
and I saw the flaw
of what i left my countrymen in
But I decided to rise
Despite my demise
thinking i was dead
but not fallen

But little had i know
that my bloodline would be cast away
and all my subjects go astray
Like the ash-dust in my silver ash tray
they lay contaminated as i blow
the smoke is ceaseless,
as it burns in the eyes of my subjects
But their conscience rejects

As my Royal Stature fell
to my weak heart i had which
i gave away 'till it went stale
and wounds were deeper to stitch
after years of my departure
But in this rupture
of my throne and of the crown
It's not my palace or town,
that is in debris
It is my kingdom

I went to him before the storm.
The grumbling thunder echoed
my abnormal heartbeat
as I squeezed the hell out of the steering wheel.

I was with him during the storm.
His white lightning fingers traveled
across pink sky flesh
and my reaction struck and shocked me.

I didn’t want him anymore.

So I watched him at the back door instead,
lighting up in the rain,
taking a hit
or two
or three-
instead of me.

fresh coffee drips
into the ***
herbs on the stove
begin to boil
blood stained sheets
are now drying
hands and arms are being washed
with hot water
milk drips
from the breast
a wet chord is coiled
the placenta lays tired
here begins
a new life