When your lips touch mine
When our bodies intertwine
I can't think straight
You're like a hook and bait

Arms and legs and hair
Minds in a mess
Limbs entangled
But we just don't care

When we get this way
I can't turn away
So I can't be this way
Don't make me sway

We both know the ending
We discussed, saw it coming
There's no use running
The tears are plenty blinding

Home is blue, like Ocean waves that crash around me as her eyes trace my silhouette like clockwork.
Home is her story on soft skin like ink on pages, telling strangers about her adventures and the world she wishes she hasn't seen..
Home is Her handprint cemented into the small of my back like it was always meant to be
If home is where the heart is, My home is her.

These Mirrors aren't so old. They beckon me to hang them up

so I can watch them reciprocate the favor.

"Such an ugly fool."
They whisper as they tie the rope I handed them.

Nevermore will these allusions stay to haunt.

Grasping at the thought of warmth. If only I could see where my shell lay; cold, misfortunate like the tide

closes in the North; I wish not once for nothing more.

*Slipping slowly into a gorge

The need to hide away

Takes me to a strange place

Less voices crowd the day

fluorescent and obscene



*Violent black ink keeps my pace steady in my head

As you sit there,
Watching, waiting,
For the world to turn your way,
With your eyesight slowly fading,
And your soul fading to gray,
Just consider for a moment,
All the lives you have not lived,
And then ask yourself the question,
What would happen if you did?

Winter is getting quite close,
And as I listen to my Grizzly Bear sing
Of mountains,
Of loving another man,
And of speaking in rounds
I can't help but to shut myself in my bed
As I shiver in awe
Of harmonies clashing like winter winds
That sons once sung about.

I sleep and I walk the moon
Around the empty heavens that cry bright tears
As the dark
Or the cold sweeps them away.
Crawling on the tightrope
Puts my mind at ease and gives me something to
Focus on for a spell
Because I blame my sadness on the day.
No hope rests in my cave.

Now and then the sun wakes up
Now and then I try to wake up with the sun,
Eyes shut by
Dismay that has followed me
Like the moon has all this time.
If the dark moon continues to follow me
Surely I will be sad
And I promise my cave will soon collapse
And never wake up.

Two hands,
Going round, never stopping.
Always on the same face that never stops changing.
And guiding internally from the outside is forever,
Light to dark, and back to light again,
Traveling, high and low.
Holding everything and the spinning still doesn’t stop.
Rotating, round and round,
Hot to cool to cold to warm.
Even the light in the unknown dances.
Full and bright to dark and lost.
Nothing steady to follow.
But there is one.
One thing to look for.
One face that will always be there.
One hand that won’t leave.