my legs are shaking with pride
                             or is it fear
that the roots have clasped onto
                  buckled at the belt
i am tied to my own apprehension
                    chainsawing my way through myself
is the best way to reach the core

Lay my heart beside the sea
            I'll convulse silently
I then fell off the tree
            Blacked my eye, scraped my knee
The currents were wild-
        they ran free like a child.
From the door, to the rocks-
          they stumbled at the docks.
When at last I got up-
       from the sand and the muck-
I collapsed, once again, from the tide and the wind.

And finally I did see, the shore looking at me- laughing gallantly,
the shore said to me,
"Do not stumble again, you're too weak, you're too thin, don't you shake, for, you see? You are free, you are free"

I miss you because I've never met you like the
                      flesh
                             of
                                 your
                                        fingers
                                                   meet the crease of your lips.

your heart tasted like honey,

                 then i swallowed it instead
            
and the only thing that it left me
                                                           was a memory- ruby red

now it has turned bitter

                       lodged inside my throat

I need to get it out I guess

                or maybe I'll just gloat

                                                 I washed it down with water,
laughing as I did,
            
                        it felt like a tentacle that once was on a squid

it sleeps beside my organs

      beating casually

I'm hoping that it will, one day, incessantly love me

I like your heart,
                            and how it patters
                       with its rhythmic thump thump thump
                               how I could sit and talk for hours
                         Telling everyone I love

                                                               I like your legs draped right across mine
                                                                                         for a second: one or two
                                                                   I think about you: almost, often
                                                                                Maybe I'll write these lines anew

                                      Open a book and light a fire
                                                 As you outline my hipbones
                                        Rip the paper from it's sockets
                                                                       The appendage left alone

              
                                                                                                         *It will covet flesh and bone