come in to me, your heart
and mingle intensely
(the muss, my fragrance)
thy nostril flared

deepishly to inhale:

the pistil


(Love's rose bared)

the world
(who shall by nothing easily break)
will eat the seed, my body
and of it forest make

where shall girls
in little nothing
wander

                  lithely


(a tiger amongst
                                )
and foals will
burst their mother's womb
and life will breath
from even dark-set tombs

the body you are is beautiful so
(erectly

                rushing)


and stings
'pon my lips a song

furred in girlness
it sings
so

and so
beautifully it

i


by it

burn

to leap freshly
mortal care
and my immortal soul:

                                                 bare

kiss fingers hotly each
march wise
silked in
the fair health of autumn dying

(dying autumn lives so
dying and it hotly
body decays in petals
of orange and brown) up

leans the quick back of
and a mountain suddenly

where thickly flits a doe

between trees dying
she.

the and

you are my Brutus and I love
you more with each blade you slice into
me
23 stab wounds later and I am
made of wax
no longer bleeding or beating but
approaching thermosomatic phase transition when you
burn me alive
strike a match on my cheek light
a cigarette stub it out
my torso your ashtray, my heart a candle
lit vigil
burning low to ignite your frozen ire
I love you classical I love you Brutal I love you Antony
asleep in my tomb I love you buried under
municipal concrete I love you Amontillado I love you simultaneously
Héloïse and Abélard
I love you Delilah and I love you
you
let me count the ways
a six-sided die comes up 23
but my chest is already split open and you forgot
to feed the dog
give me public indecency and walk away
it's not your job to fix every schmuck who comes along
with a missing heart on your
beat

this is not poetry.
this is the sound a heart makes when you swallow it whole
this is the taste of bile in your mouth
this is saccharine-sweet cancer
(all razor-edge smiles that catch to bleed you dry)
this is the crack of your spine
this is the ars(c)enic route to hell
this is the twist of your lips when you hold in your sobs
this is a love song in a language you'll never understand
this is a funeral dirge for happiness
this is your blood, or is it mine
this is your heart, or is it mine
this is where we join
forces this is my rib cage plucked out to leave my
chest unprotected this is your cue
to leave me this is a swimming pool of viscera just
like you always wanted this is the coffee gone cold this is
your love grown old and this is
not poetry
this is your requiem.

rain come


rain come so youare

wet rain so


so nice and
so pretty and
so. Rain,

would you
part your lips
entering me.                 And



rain, would you curl upon each smoothness kiss?

rain, you are so grey. rain, you are so wet. rain, you part your lips entering the sea and your chin wobbles hardly a bit swallowing the hard inch of the city rain your cheeks are a bit like trembling and when they are full of the city you look up and with your entering lips parted shining wet you cry




                                     Rain

everything there is
to say is said already
but still we will write

because these fixed forms
are more than what they appear
to be; not constraint

but freedom in light
of your hand in mine, making
me forget my name

your heart in mine that
beats in time with the cadence
of these ancient words

we claim as our own.
kiss me poetically,
forget what we've known.

there was a time when my words were more than
please
and there was a time when you cared.

i taught you to care, darling, i taught you myself
and i'm small and i'm broken and i've ripped the world into chasms but i always thought
that you could bring me redemption
if i taught you

but i taught
you the wrong
thing.

you followed my example and you
lied;
you learnt it all from me,
how to laugh, how to cry, how to eat until you’re sick and how to
move inside another like you’re inseparable
and we fit so seamlessly i forgot that i was teaching you
how to forget yourself
because you're not you anymore, you're what
i made you

and wherever god is
he's jealous of us for loving so endlessly.

i've always worshipped you
with my heart, my battered and weary soul,
my mouth covering every blessed inch
of your borrowed skin

you've been my god for a long time but
now
you're not you
and i'm worshipping a
memory.