Imagine yourself
a linear expression of experience,
a long strip of film like
the kind in old projectors with the
sepiatic sputters and flickers--
yes! Imagine yourself a strip of film but
rolled up messily like
the earbuds in your pocket or
folding fitted bedsheets.
You are a movie and the filmstrip endpiece lies at your feet,
you are knots and coils and tangles and
if you were to lie down at the top of this mountain for a moment--just a moment!--perhaps
the wind would catch the loops of film and
you would feel yourself
unravel.

“How are you feeling these days?” they asked. “Your heart is broken, isn’t it?”

Drowning. I feel like I’m drowning. I’m trying to catch a breath. I’m trying to live. But no matter how much I want to stay afloat, my body just keeps on sinking. No matter how much I want to live, my body just can’t seem to cooperate. I’m just waiting to be saved. Waiting for someone to rescue me from these waters. Waiting for something to hold on to.

Do you mind if I chase you (at least in my dreams)?
Do you care if my fantasies make you their theme?
Is it alright that my heart makes you its desire?
Is it OK that within me still burns your fire?

I'll never push, or cross over the line
That separates my reverie from your daily reality

desire becomes carnal
smooth caresses to passionate and harsh kisses
slow and gentle to feral and uncontrolled
sweet whispers to moans and growls
heavy breathing to gasps of air
so blissfully lost in each other

Togetherness
Embroiled
In the hearts
Of lovers

Forever
Stranded
On an island
Of love

Absent
Of
Malice
Attempts-
To ******
Their insecurities

Blanket illusions
Masking the effect
When love
Becomes lust

A race to nut
A
Cozy
Little
Lie