i.

phillip

our love was
a wild dog
hungry for trust

you buried your bones
while I slept

ii.

there was a small
black spot on your
heart

you told me it was ink
but you were wrong

iii.

you're not going to make it
to midnight,
they said

you smiled and
played until dawn

iv.

your life was a prelude
to the storm
it rained for days

v.

it rained
for days

i am near my moment
of open language
watch
as i hold these quiet words
like hearts regarding god

We sleep with our feet
Touching sole to sole.
You said once, it was because our
"souls" attract.
I remember and cherish it
as a sweet thing you said.

Flower buds,
Cool breeze,
Butterflies and birds,
Fluttering at ease.

I plead with my bottle, never empty
The glass neck has a lush feel
I strangle it like a lover
victim still in hand, bleeding to my pleasure
the fill,
the thrill