-I can taste the sensation in my brain
a drug moment defined by you-
a little slip to a lip, to a touch, to much-
such interactions leave my heart in a ****
roll around the cloth in a lump-sum of love
holding onto firm feelings of the swelling of our tongues
back to the white as we dance with our smiles
forth, moving forward in a motion (we won’t turn)-
split the gates wide open
let the honey flow from your wells
face deep in life’s sweet sensations
drinking deep of your sweet nectars-
I will hold firmly to the tiny words cradled in your chest
leaving me breathing until we’re both out of breath-
spread apart, open like a rose in bloom,
our hearts awaken as I hear birds swoon-
a loud and beautiful chirping, given to the space above-
dams held back from bursting forth, no room to keep it held up.
Intertwined, upside down, neck deep in our song,
Flittering and Clittering reversed first in our souls.
a shudder, a touch, and the life of our sound.
He mutters that he is never okay
And the way he speaks it,
The words echo in this church
As a song
But no one even looks up from
Or peering at the bible,
And she wonders how his truth
Only hits the windowpane to others
When it's a downpour
And all she wanted to do
Was offer a reminder
Something about rainbows
To cease his ache.
is the only thing
to be able to
calm this storm
you touched me without using your hands and i fell in love
I've lost my artistic touch
and I've never felt so lost
I’m not afraid of ghosts
But I don’t like the way things linger
Or the feel of your skin on mine
i find myself lost in this comfortable metaphorical heaven where forever feels tangible
i’m falling into you in this life within a dream
and i feel more alive than i have ever been
banks . contaminated
The rain descends
like a velvet curtain.
I use that steady
to cleanse my skin
of your touch.
It fills me up, and I spit you out;
wring you out of my hair.
© KMH 2019
In this moment I know of the lingering touch of humanity
Through the urgency of a voice flowing so effortlessly through the rafters
Of a basement,
Reminding me that my bones hold more than just
Disease riddled nerves.
And a small thank you would always suffice
To people who help you