chase it
leave it
crave it
need it
the four seasons of my heart

i know it may not mean much to you,
but when you touch me, i can’t breathe.

your finger graced my arm, accidentally,
but i swear, you meant it.
right?

you grabbed my hand and ran with me.
but you also held it, gently, and walked with me for miles.

when it rained, you gave me your hoodie.
i still have it.
it smells like you.

i would do anything,
for just one night.

to show you.
to be in your arms.

to breathe your breath,
to touch your skin.

when you touch me, i know i love you.

i used to be scared
afraid of the dark
fearful of the emptiness
but there came a time
when only the stars
were present
and without knowing
i have grown to love
the stars in the night sky
that i forgot i hated
being awake in the dark

She stands where the river blows her hair wild

no youth and no favor for her
no hands to clean the salt licks on her skin
her palms are dreams wrinkled dry
yet craving an offer.

You come from a distant land, she says,
heavens bless you.

I got no small change, I respond,
my mind drifts to ponder,

a small change, I need that too,
always hungered for
and faltered through
like I missed the vessel narrowly
to be on the river's other side.

Maybe when I come back,
I turn toward her.

She was gone.

Lying teeth

-
         Creep
                                Dearer.
-
silence roars.
The closer it contracts,
further it draws away.

Astonished to find
You're still confined inside
Your mind.

Destroy the weaker
and hide behind reticulum.

In the realm
of a hollow crown
I absconded,
endeavoured to uncover.

I‘ve left myself behind,
an inch
beneath water

                                     decorous

A wisp of smoke
as it climbs.

Carry your shame,
rise to the chime,
an unfamiliar invitation.
Bring your mind back around,
around to this
                                    callous.

The room begins to gratify;
You tax,
obambulate,
              depress.
                       ­            diminished.


Penduluming
will never
mollify,
                           placate.


The moment you appreciate,
               Passing.
-
Treasure motive
abhor being.

Be succinct.
Prove,
Demonstrate.