of such it is to dream,
more dreamless nights to become

that fleeting which
like a breath escapes

into crystalline diminishing
and the loose tightness
of October.

Tomorrow, my dear, i will surrender my eyes for you,
since i am blinded regardless by your senseless beauty.
i will uproot my hair and humble myself
before the face you put on and
burn incense of sage to cover
     (because you should love me).
We can shake our heads,
remember the times when we journeyed through the night
with glass walls around our auras
or spoke riddles to the walls of sound
and giggled like imps drunk on our own brand of evil
or were dragged kicking and screaming
back to our blissful misconceptions.
We chant like monks in
a wilderness of god's flesh, saying
we are not the  X  on society's forehead,
only that we were once confused
but we turned out the lights
and suddenly understood:
that sometimes life is the blue-gray
blanket we buried ourselves in once.
We get bruises on top and
hide our scars of fallen grace deep.
We time-share our creativity.
We lie down in cool summer grass with
grasshopper lullabies and drift, drift, drift
away twitching our eyelids to the
beat while we wish we were real.

It’s a sin, you know it is,
I know it too every time our eyes meet,
every time we touch hands or lay down
to have a coffee in pleasure’s covenant.
Every time we pray to hold on to that moment forever,
moaning indiscernible thoughts that only we can hear,
grunting, panting, we caress the dark abyss
of sinful unmistakeable delight.

Nirvana, so tactile in its abstract nature,
we can touch it, feel its energies pulsing through our veins,
racing up and down
between the tip of our feet and the crown of our cortex,
Your piece of raw flesh infusing my fingers
with a sensory overload,
my body trembling in powerless agony
against your onslaught of sensation.

It’s a sin, you know it is,
to hell and back I’ll go and take you with me
on this wild ride to feel the smoldering fire of your lips
burning me from the inside out.
And should we never return
from amongst the searing flames,
I know the chilling warmth of your loving gaze
would make me feel right at home.

Engulf me in your fire,
Set my eyes aflame,
Don't take me for a liar,
Kiss me in the rain.

You're my full moon
When you show up you are the cause of all these tides of emotion that overwhelm most feelings.

they say the creases on my forehead
poking out under my curly hair
are frown lines
that signify anger
but i don't think of them
as frown lines
because they're at their deepest
when i'm smiling
no, they're more like life lines
or souvenirs
from the time you called me beautiful
in the middle of november
yes, i remember
i hope by the time i'm eighty
i'm covered in love letter wrinkles
please, come age me gracefully
i wanna wash my feet
in your bloodstream
maybe that's a little weird
i'm scared of telling you how i feel
but at four in the morning
under my sheets
you ******* clean
you fold me
like the most beautiful constellations
i wanna be your north star
look to me for direction
i have no sense of direction
but my heart is so big
you can see me from space
like an egyptian pyramid
bury yourself
in my chambers
every time i buried you
i was really burying seeds
you always
grow back
to
me.