To entertain
means to be starkers
and dance with veils,
to exoticize war
and tremble in
a thousand rhythms.
Bejeweled as a spy,
nevertheless,
don't know why.
Eye of the day,
and a dozen matchlocks
had me inertly settle
upon my knees,
before bending at my waist
to take one last look
at the fiery heavens.

Your lovers still linger on your breath,
biting at your tongue.

Before you speak
your words
Spill from your lips and drip down your chin.
Your Sentences tangle with saliva
like loose threads at your feet
And you leave them
To slither down the indentations in the floor
Cracks in the wood symmetrical to the lines you drew on their bodies
With your careful fingertips,
Their hearts gathering like dead skin under your nails.

And if you think
that finding true love,
and keeping it,
is the hardest thing you've ever done,

try losing it.

Today, I'm conflicted:
I don't want to remember you
But I don't want to forget either.

Guilt is a gusty gale from within.
A soul is but a sailor
Who can’t sail away from sin.