Someone told me
our bodies contain
enough carbon to make 900 pencils
ending it with
"you can write with your body"

First, let my body meet yours
let our fingertips touch
and let our bodies
yearn to start
some good writing
tease our carbons
to create, to begin
to fall
to blend
to melt

Now darling
the only way I'd begin a poem
is with you
starting with a kiss
a capital kiss
for the first letter
of the first word
should be bold
and beautiful
silent but loud

The sentences my body start
yours finish
no matter how long
"run on's", fragmented they are
you start I finish,
I start you finish

Interrupted by breaths
gasping for life, inhaling
the souls of muses
and exhaling such beautiful
poetry, such deep writing
that only our bodies know how
to create, how to read, how to vocalize
how to share

Stanzas interrupted by moans
that sing and hum the hymns
of poetry that cannot be
embodied in words
moans that orchestrate
symphonies
leading our bodies
to dance
to love
to enjoy
such intensity
that my pencils fail at
capturing

Let my body write with yours
and re-write the ways of love
edit, proofread, scratch, claw
mark and re-create
new ways of falling
of loving, of sighing
let my body write with yours
and bask under
such powerful chemistry
where carbon burns
And flames
ignite

Let's write

When I exhale,
come out long, deeply drawn sighs
slithering out of bottomless
abyss within
Ringing out loud
its cold echoes
piercing my ears
enveloping heart in a chilling vacuum
filling every pore
so much
that I dread to exhale

i just want you to want me again,
she sighs.

the beautiful memories start to play inside her mind,
breaking her into million pieces.

i don't want all of these memories anymore,
she mumbles to herself.

you said you came twice but I
never felt you tighten around me.
I

wish you would look at me when it happened so I could see
what you looked like when
you peaked.
I couldn’t take my

eyes off your ribs as you
pushed each breath between
the bones.
You look happiest when you face away from me.

I’ve counted the pale hairs on your arms and I know

exactly what you look like the moment you fall asleep
but
you’ve pushed me into corners at parties
and
you hit me with a pan last week
and never apologized
and
when I tell you I miss you, you say
“How? We just spent 5 hours together.”

The first time I saw you
you were sitting in an empty bathtub,

a beer in one hand, and frat boys smoking joints around you

you said you’d never seen Star Wars
and you used to catch moths as a child.

You repeated my name twelve times that night
while I grabbed your hair
and your nails carved letters into the bark of my body.

Your face pressed my chest
and now it presses a pillow.

Your sighs sound exhausted,
not exalted.

I told you I loved you and
you said
“That word is used far too often.”

'I think I am fine' — repeat as you grow surer and surer.

1.) That the world will not end.
2.) That you will be laughing, if it does.
3.) That you are indeed fine,

even if you are weeping, even if you are sure the inky black sky is about to fall through; this is not the house you grew up in, here are not your parents, and this time you can take care of yourself. Start with empty lungs in an empty bedroom and shaky breaths. Start with uncertain footsteps. I told you, that is not the earth shaking. Not today. Instead, what if i said it was something new growing inside you?  Something green, something leafy. rearranging your insides, finding space. Let the air in, let it rattle your caged heart like a breeze will tussle with an open window. Pause. This is breathing. Next is laughing. Back to crying... but without the shrieks. Start with quickly getting up and move on to slowly getting better. Start with a splash of water, your toes on the sand on the beach again. Touch your tears that taste like saltwater. I am going to be fine, I know. Tomorrow I will be me again (the me i wanna be). Tomorrow. A day in a string of neverending tomorrows.

Because he knew, in the deepest core of his soul,
That her kiss would never be replaced by any other,
Because she would melt into him,
Without restraint, without fear.
He would never admit it,
But she was his favourite,
She would never flinch when he'd press his hand roughly against her neck.
She would not cry in pain when he pulled her hair.
And he'd stop to see if she was still with him,
That she did not drift away in her daydreams,
Like the bubbles that floated away towards the white clouds.
She never did.
She stayed within his grip,
While he breathed cold damp sighs in her hair,
As he left bruises all over her body.
She stayed because she has never broken a heart.
And she would never break her own.

whispering silken mist, delicate sighs
tiny falling droplets of mountain dew,
the diamonds from my teary eyes
are sprinkling showers of crystal blue

about today--
goodmorning, beautiful. your hair looks nice like that.
goodmorning, dont ask me how i slept and i wont ask you.
goodmorning--i made you tea, just how you like it
maybe you’ll like it today. i cant sleep. its 3 in the morning,beautiful,
how are you?
goodmorning, princess. your hair looks nice like that.
goodmorning, how did you sleep?
goodmorning, the corpses on the front lawn look a lot like you and i.