sometimes I think of the night.
I cried so much over you
my eyelashes became crystalized, encrusted,
with salt.
an ocean just previously
gushing from within
my cavernous diaphragm.
I could pull it off with the tips of my fingers
touch it to my lip
taste the brine.
Forget-me-nots laden in my skin
shrieking memories
calloused thin.

I’m craving bonfires,
inhaling the lingering musky scents
that characterize such memories
and urge our existence to continue

I’m craving bonfires,
letting them ****** me in their dance
with a mirror reflection in my eyes
and strings tugging on my heart

I’m craving bonfires,
saving us from the ebbing edges of darkness
tickling our necks and raking our backs
until we turn to it in anger to gaze at its beauty

even in the chill,
even through the thrill,
even though looks can ****,

I’m craving bonfires.

I might as well lie with the flowers,
my body their grand gesture.

they understand my grief.

I draw tick marks on the hours,
releasing each weighted breath.

aching only with relief.

even happiness induces showers,
postmark my heart and send it off.

words acting as a thief.

I’ll always lie along with flowers.

body no more concrete.

keep me here

with the trees my skyscrapers
with the stars my infinite ceiling

keep me here

with the bonfire my blanket
with the crickets and coyotes my symphony

make my home

in the colors of autumn
in the crisp clean mountain air

take me away
to this place to escape
never go back to broken cities

keep me here