If you can manage

to resurrect my words from the furnace,

I beg your interest

stay long enough to read them

all

and that you’ll still hold me

as the mirror falls off

the wall,

the lake spilling out and

drowning my reflections.

It's been raining since you left
It has never stopped at all
And I've never stopped thinking about
The day it started to fall

It's been raining since you left, dear
I miss when the sun used to shine
Every day was bright then and
On my lips there was a smile

It's been raining since you left me
Some days it drizzles, some it pours
But each day it's all the same
I miss you more and more

It's been raining since you left and
I miss your arms around my heart
Now it's cold and unforgiving
And I'm shivering in the dark

It's been raining since you left, love
Oh your warmth proved way too much
You bent, scarred and burnt me
Yet I'm ice cold to the touch

It's been raining since you left though
I try and try to see the sun
Not even a single ray of light
Have I ever come upon

It's been raining since you left oh
Will I ever find my way?
The rain falling, falling to the ground
Is all I see these days

It's been raining since you left but
The fire in my heart remains
Blazing, raging, flaming
Against the downpour of the rain

i do not want
to face tomorrow
so tonight
i will not sleep

because i see
the sun as the sun
and day only arrives
when i awake.

I opened a door. I unleashed the lock. The tension

inside is already gone.

Turn the key, feel it be

free.

Engage the new light, feel it

unwind.

It has forgotten how it feels to be outside.



You’ve been walking barefoot in a street speckled

with snow, like salt and pepper on an egg,

sunny side up with toast.

It’s easier to walk this way—scarred and frozen,

you say, you say,

as you pull the scarf tighter around your

neck,

button each button again and again.

The freeze creeps up your uncovered legs,

tickling each hair, each bone, each cellular day.

It lights them up before cutting them down.

The trees lay bare, they lay and they

lay.



But the snow is shivering into a river,

and you’re finding the road is shy and bitter.

You open an old door, forgiving the lock. The tension

from outside is already gone.

Turn the key, feel it be

free.

You twinkle your toes, and feel them

unwind.

They have forgotten how it feels

to come inside.

dreams as validation for smooth
     rhythmic notions cascading like
              fingers, waterfalls slipped from
          tongues laced with crisp sheets
  
  (the ivory ladders fallen sideways and
    forgotten in the wake of racing hearts)

            slow down, reconvene behind mirrored
          aspiration, compose stars that pulse with each
             ache for your company, flicker to the pace of
                   water running, an escapee from the space of
                 world around you conformed, blanketed
                        sleep like a waterwheel

I like coffee after morning ***.

After the unconscious caresses, the fleeting whimpers and moans, the stickiness that lingers between my thighs, the muddle of tangles that nests in my hair,

coffee always tastes the best.