Ink powdered and illuminescent sparkling rain drops on concrete ground
Dashed and so divided
Drinking frizzante or other wine we can’t pronounce
Skyscrapers fuzzy in July rain and cloud
I need love, and show me her
Show me what I could be and what I am without, three ghosts of then, now and when
No chakra could prove this craving for sweetness on my lips
Do I miss July or do I need her?

Once again this, once again love.
A memoir so sublime, summered and peppered, folded in lustre and sheen of a blue lensed and buffering sky

Once again love

my crooked wings cannot fly
wrapped in white linen
their ridges rise like mountains
their feathers are beautiful and soft like harp strings

i will write letters inked with your name
but these letters are for me
and the birds that watch me in pity from the sky

do you love me?
will you hurt me?

i have not been scared for a long time
do you need fear to feel love?

leave me lonely i cannot fly
but you must
please

well it must be love when

our bodies crash together
caramel pleasure rushing and swilling
hot and sweet bourbon
heavy breaths hold still
my snakecharming lover
when gravity bends

well it must be love when

in dark times we rage and seethe
dragon tongues with words like blades
phantom fists for pounding hearts
we crumble together
my siamese lover
when the world ends

we drive in your car, me in the passenger seat
talking about your new boyfriend and how kind he is
playing songs that i don't like
i can't drive but i watch the roads with you
your hand on the steering wheel
your hand so close i can feel a current run through us
different from before-not as warm or electric

in my dreams this was different

but it's nice to no longer be enamoured by you
to not think about the stupid things i would do
things that would leave me red faced
things that i would think about before i went to sleep
spinning in my head like an unwound tape
gruesome and divine

i know that i am over you
when i can feel the scabs from where cupid struck
no longer hurting but still there
i am healed but i still like you
you are kind and funny and everything else

but I am no longer drunk on the toxins of your love

we could be friends, i think
as you pull up outside my house
i get out and smile
this was nice
is love dead? will i ever love again?
my thoughts shift like sand
but i am just glad that this tape will never play again
and i will never hear the music

spill, spill me
my intoxicating friend
your dark red lipstick
smooches on my tongue
take me to warm valleys
and flowing rivers
gush and pull me
my cheeks as red as wine
burn my throat and make me sing
acid in my cheeks
together we must dine
as we drink
the last of the january wine

Because I am a man that wants the world
And you think it's simply too much
So hold my hand as we dive into strangers
Because this is the last time we touch