Separate beds and shades
Of reds. Intimacy is
A ****** handprint.

my friends do not believe me
that love can, yes, truly, begin with a black eye.

I sprinkle the salt of sadness over the steak of my life
because salt brings out the flavor
salt brings out the flavor

I drunkenly wingman my dreams to my realities.

german cologne still lingers
on the buttons of my collar.
funny, i don't remember
wearing my shirt when we embraced.

i didn't wash you for
five days. i didn't wash
you for five days.

"everything you are
is a product of all your interactions.
you mirror your friends
or you mirror yourself."

heaven may not be a place on earth
and you may not be oppenheimer,
but now you are become death:
destroyer of worlds around you.

did i pull away or did you?
what i wouldn't do
for one more taste
of that wet embrace.

we find a balance
in the absence.


we find a balance
in the absence.