the bitter silky stuff
runs down my throat

caresses the crevices
of my mouth

in a way that feels
both fleeting
and concrete

and i am almost certain
that is how it is to kiss

you

only you

perhaps

all of my previous embraces
have felt transitory
and unimportant
and clumsy

sometimes

i forget that there’s tea
that’s been left
brewing
and cooling
for the last twenty minutes

and yesterday

i saw them together
and almost shouted a greeting
but again
they were fleeting

one of my classes
once revolved
around the concept
of impermanence

it is the only lesson
that’s held importance

perhaps

because
he sat perpendicular
to the wall

and the pain
my neck felt from craning

evaporated

when i’d worried
it never would

Reaching for your arm in the dark,
My shoes too clumsy for uneven ground,
And me testing your touch.
It was a year ago, now, and I have since
Forgotten the words spoken, unable
To recollect those thoughts, or to
Decipher the look in your eyes.
I will never know if it were deception
Or my own delirium. Misfortune,
I guess, our paths ever did cross.
Here's to us, to what we weren't,
Wouldn't and couldn't have been.
Here's to us, for everything felt anew
I traded blue for green when I met you.

An attack, a swarm
of winged insects against my chest.
A blur, a rush
of colours and defence mechanisms.
Fluttering across my vital organs,
and as sudden as a heart attack.
This inconsistent breathing
is waves crashing at cliffs.
No, not the rock at ground level, but
the sky high stuff.
A paradox.
A person, a girl
who craves human contact, yet
when granted, “fight or flight”
she soars.

you're the type of boy
my mother warned me about, and
I worry that you don't love me
when you're sober. in westernized culture,
blue represents sadness, so when
I looked into your eyes for the first time,
I should have foresaw a broken heart.
but, you can mend broken things
with glue - **** it, glue reminds me
of how often you get high.

why do you get delirium,
when you only ever bring me down?

He always knew how to swim,
was naïve enough to believe
that he could save her from drowning.
He dived a little deeper,
explored terrain that no one
had previously dared to venture.

He became her float –
breathing air from the surface,
yes, but still,
half immersed in water.

He taught her how to swim;
he taught her how to glide;
but in doing so, he sacrificed
the air in his lungs.

She taught him how to sink.

you and your
sharp limbs
are somehow
inviting &
all i can say
is that
i really want
to kiss you
kiss you
*******
kiss you
****

you are
stronger
than caffeine
than alcohol
than nicotine
but you run
through my veins
all the same
& i need you
need you i
******* need you

i want to run away
from these thoughts
of you, these dreams
of you, away from you