you
are the
engine
of every
motorized
butterfly
in my gut

seal the seam
of my saturated dreams
to stare at satellites on saturn
two eyes
white stars
wine truffles

stamp scraps of stardust on my scalp
to scandalize sailors by the seashore
my sin and savior my savage love
                            c'est l'amour

not
noticing
nate
never
named
a single time
he wanted to stay
             shedding
             my flaky
             skin of
             for
             ever

the black cherry taste
of your huge lips
is the music
we sing
and sigh
the foggy
scene to which
our bodies bounce
is the melody of I don't
know how many degrees
Fahrenheit my spiral sight
doesn't need to work for
the naked eye is not
more bare than
how you'll be
fast forward

moving words
from one place
                 to another
                 declutter thoughts
                 hand wash the words
                 air dry the words
                 fold the words
store
the words
in room temperature
breath in let the words out

I can write all night
at every place you like
as an attempt to revive
the corpse you left behind
in hopes to bring you back
as I look for comfort I lounge
on love seats oh how soft is every
chaise I sit on all I touch is made out
of dust bunnies my timeline is a string
of people saying I'll be back