Tell me the sun is shining
When my eyes won't open and I can't see
Let the beautiful words cascade
Then put them in my mouth with a kiss
Let me live the lies you tell me
Don't disappear again until the sun is shining
Feel the warmth of it rush over me
And the beams hit me in a gust of words
The light burning through my eyelids
Until I can't see
And when the sun is shining
I will ask you to never leave
And I will pull at the strands of radiation
Until my entire body is burned
Until you cool your skin into bones
And pull me into your moonlight
So I will forgive it all over again
Because the sun is shining
And I feel the shadows pull behind me
They whisper at my ears
Because the sun makes no sound
I can't believe it is there
They tempt me to pull away
For my skin bubbles
My eyes sting
My body shrivels
But I love you anyways
Again and again
Because I know the sun won't always be shining
And one day,
I will have my moon again.

One day
I'd like to become that brief flash in the image
A visage, so cloud-like
The fleeting document of motion
That unmistakeable force
Of pure devotion
Where my hair, lit ablaze
By the eyes of hazy light
Painted by hard trails
Of smoke within the night
The Macedonian head
That had the nerve
This uncompromising nerve
To step on the shoulders of others
While whittling his own
I will be a figure
That stands loud, not tall
And allows the pangs of life
To coil around his neck
And throw him far
Into the lawless salvation
Of the blank tomorrow

I want to kiss
her mouth in the
spring rain.
I want to
feel her tight
wet body
against mine,
while the water
pounds down around us.
I want to
carry her to
my underground
lair, and taste
her orchid
until she wilts in
sweat drenched
ecstasy.

Peeking out of the darkness
Hidden for so long
Fleeing
Running
Always escaping
Always alone
Longing for connection
Peeking, is anyone there?
Moving
Swirling
The darkness flows with me
Can you see it?
Can you see me peeking through the darkness?

roses' petals kept him,
                twirled him inside white throws,
         blanketed him in relief
and then sealed him up.
they painted him in pollen,
they walked him with stamens,
and he never looked up, either,
because his roses filled him.
they throbbed thorns beneath him
      that never struck him,
          and he never snuck down, either,
              because he had roses to swaddle him.
                     his roses kept him.
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