my love and devotion for you
was a wavering candle light
held to my chest to shield
from a wicked wild wind
it dripped wax onto my unsteady hands
scalding my fingertips
a foreign burn seeping into my skin

(my love) became my sole source of comfort;
a wooden fireplace
in the depth of a cold Chicagoan winter
thawed my heart of ice
and you breathed life into my lungs

every time you beamed at me
I  found myself
falling in love with your smile
'til I had seen that same lopsided grin of yours
flashed to someone else

and so,
the fire in my soul gave way
to waves after waves of relentless jealousy
that which pounded
against the shores of my heart
carved away gaping crevices
in the jagged ridges of my ribcage

in one final encore
black acrid flames returned in full force
as I clawed off
my flesh and bone
tearing at the itchiness in my blood
and the taste
of iron in the back of my throat

here I am
another one of your victims
with third-degree burns

my nerves are burnt beyond repair;
I no longer feel anything for you

How does it feel
to burn a hole into the evening?
Before our skins touch--let's sleep; let's heal
Not quick enough, yet
Still as an electric shark
All you're meant to be,
you are.

Mirror him; whisper him
Fly through his fingers!
Let's be stuck; let's be bound
Let's believe in what we found
Will you stay, or will you break?
Brother, it's insatiable ache
Will you walk away? Expectation
fills the space
where two lines
meet.

Sweet child, I have enough time
for you. So
let's plan for sunrise;
let's give in-
to low sighs.
Our haunt; our gaze
Our moment gently waits.

These chunks of flame devour pain
Dress us up in gasoline.
Like a spell; like a dream.
But I can't teach if
You're a machine,
and I wonder
if you know
how much I'd like to go
down deep

rising fast
sing and dance
scream what's left--
Not quick enough, yet
Still as an electric shark
All you're meant to be,
you are.