Two hearts
In chains
Falling

Spinning
Forgetful
Tenderness

The audacity of a love
To enchain in servitude
Hapless abandon, simple
Bonds, release me once,
Retain me twice, forgo
Familiar and seek only
What you cannot keep
Under flashlight blankets.
You'll be happy now.

Tenderness
Forgetful
Spinning

My reluctance for woe
In a broken beat aligned
With shared malevolence
Above a degree of interest
Served under heat lamp
And wrapped inside my
Own lack of ****** security
While youthful lies quintessence
Burn as match stroke. Meanwhile

Falling
In chains,
Two hearts

Relent to a subtraction
Of fear for fear of fearing
Again. While you grabbed
My hands and I left stale,
My crackling skin reflects
A danger you can't hold,
Curses you never asked
For, beliefs beyond years,
But before us both boldly
Belies a simple question:

Spinning,
Forgetful,
Tenderness,

Does a closeness make?

This time I'll keep an eye out
For lessons learned, with the
Worst things I ever felt.
And now it's been so long,
I wish could think clearly,
But I messed things up.

And I broke my heart.

Don't get me wrong,
I'll hold your silence
That you gave them.

It's not my noise to
Expel, knowing dams
May release a torrential
Frond that I now choose
Not to facilitate.

You needed me,
But I needed you
Much more, but
If I wasn't awake

This might be too familiar,
All the lights are on, it's my fault.
I fell asleep again, too awake,
Leaving lonely sheets to bake
In a morning light no one appreciates
We're both gone, and there's no one
Who knows your power unfolding
Across hapless subjects of your
Own design.

We will be erased.
At least to me, every new innocence broken,
Crashing against rocks of jealousy, tied to
A dock built out of false promises to myself
Begging the question, how do I begin again?

raptures of months + delicate
cloth wrappings, glancing at a
pattern lit by soft plastic blinds
letting the light in, like smoke
through gutterless roof rainfall

I’m drinking & it’s daylight dew;
as permanent as inked paper,
a stained-glass rorschach:
standing for intensity,
interpreted as love,
absolved as growth

we’ve been here before, you,
the me i see when alone, and
i, the we i feel when you lay bare,
and we will be here again, oh luck.