I want to kiss you like night time,
so you can feel the dark universe on your mouth
and know that
there is so much hidden light
bursting to escape
like my hands
and their desire
to wrap around yours

Repeat after me;
The future does not exist,
all we have is the Now
and our memories
and the cemeteries that swallow our bodies.

My secret,
my ocean,
quiet boy
who listens but never speaks,
my sea,
shy one,
who knows but never tells,
my wave,
calm softness,
who shouts but wont even whisper
My blue,
who shines but never shows
and still flows at night,
when not even the fish are awake.

Here, I am,
to tell
the sky
that I am alone
the way a bird is alone.

I am not becoming
not becoming anything other than myself,
My post pubescent body is sprayed with dark public hair in the crotch area
like quiet shadows,
And my underarms have little eyelashes,
And the flesh on my thighs has hair-line fractures
from every boy who’s touched the top of my legs,
and my knickers, frilly pink barricades,
soaked,
My wet revolution
pouring like tears

“I am a plane about to tip” He sighs then clasps her mouth between his lips.
“When I go down, I’ll take everyone else with me too,
and all of your friends and family will remember me as the thing that destroyed you”

Fill my palms with New Zealand
And I will rub it in the cracks of my wrists like lavender,
Violets, purples, milk and vineyard greens,
Pools of yellow-gold sunlight fall on bronzed skin,
The land’s soft mouth gently presses into my thighs
leaving an earthy kiss,
Lakes lie still like the moments between seconds
with an eternal youth,
Hills bend for us as we breath between them,
The petals on flowers relax,
they’ll leave when they’re ready,
The smell of suncream lingers