Imagine a
prolonged
day of work
culminated
with a hot
scented bath
to sooth and
relax your
mind, body
and soul
As your limp
brain ponders
an eminent
peace &
slumber
You slip into
600 count
freshly
laundered
CRISP LINEN
sheets that
caress and
stimulate
your senses
from shoulder
to toes and
back again
Eyes closed
and mind
totally cleared
of the days
grime
You fall
deep to
an ultimate
REM state...
Goodnight.

Don't you exhale around me.
Don't give me that poisoned air
spilling back out of your trachea
like it's fresh and healthy,
don't.

Don't you pretend the pieces fit,
that the glass is still transparent
that this box you've built
never broke in the first place,
don't.

Don't give me your traditionalistic,
misogynistic, conservative values
and expect me to digest them
like my favourite kind of chips,
don't.  

Don't you breathe in my space anymore. Don't you do that again.

You and I,
buried beneath the coruscated winter sky
In taciturn stillness,
half-enraptured by the unmasked glory,
and half by the unasked in the others eyes.

There is no time to hold us;

There is no other moment.

Volatile, visible breaths,
The almost- touch of our fingertips,
and the quiet intimacy of our insignificance against the endless, open sky.

You,
My darling,
and I.

I can't see my self in this head space.
I need the constant rhythm, I need to keep time
But this clock doesn't have a second hand.

My "living in the now" is everyone else's nostalgia.
I always feel like I'm living two years in the past.
I guess that's how long it takes to absorb the impact
When the collision is head on.

When I was younger I was always told I was mature for my age.
Thank you, it's the abuse.
Thank you, it's the ****.
Thank you thank you, it's the trauma.

I'm not being honest,
I'm being truthful.