having your lover
trace your earloves with their
fingernib is as intimate as
reading.

Don’t get with a writer
if you’re not gonna stay
because she’ll remember your eyes
piercing into hers
Your lips—
the words you whispered
in your candle-lit room
and the smell of your hair
as you both fell into the night
So don’t get with a writer
if you’re not gonna stay
because she’ll make something
out of those sweet nothings
and she will write about it
until her mind bleeds



-c.s.

i woke to your eyes again
the deepest blue
like gazing into the ocean,
seconds before the storm comes in.

the truth is
i find your ghost at every turn
and still feel the cool waters
of your touch
with every whisper of the wind,
each memory a living phantom.

now i know
not even the holiest exorcism
could pull the threads of you
from my mind
you are the bread and wine
the iron in your blood
pulling me in
sweeter than any nectar.

If one day
you find me
not only as a poem
that you really love
and you don't care
who the author is,
I'll be happy.

You are not only the reader
I've been searching for,
but also as an eternal lover
in every words
I will tell you more.