He's only a mean, vicious cloud in the sky of my heart.
The sun still blazes behind him, but he will always loom overhead,
Spilling droplets of bromine that stain my skin,
Spilling droplets of ethanol that blind me.
I cast down hailstones the size of his new love's eyes,
Eyes which will inevitably spill their own pearls as expressions of the heartache he delivers so well.

As soon as I saw you I saw the lightning aura around you
The neon letting you flow from within
Properties of gadolinium are an excuse
A magnetic principle is what I say
Amazed at the oxygen that flows from your being
Yet shocked at the purity of life you support around you
Your smile like rubidium
Turning the light around you into energy
This helps fuel my inner battery
Which is possibly lined with lead
I'm able to feel the strong calcium within your body
Which is large enough to create multiple bones and beautiful shells
So perfect that you can go with anything gold
Which is why any jewelry is lucky to be yours
But your reach of perfection is further
As you go with any tellurium
Any coloring that's seen within a stained glass window
Just on you will make you look angelic
But to me your beauty is nothing but bromine
Nothing but *poisonous

god
you can feel him in each breath taken by the plants
                                   each breath taken by me
Chlorophyl
Bromine
Cell Structure

god  
is not in the breath of my lungs
or in the depth of my eyes
is not in the hurt of my heart
or the kiss of my spirit

I am a saint
Blasphemy


God
He is no feeling or breath of this world
He is no idea
No crusade
Cross
Truth
Book

He is the understanding and knowing
In this thought
Maybe, I am alone

Multiple times you have been taken from me without my approval.
Spinning, black, nauseating.
The foreign hands touch me.
No.

Face in the dirt.
Dark.
Dizzy.
What is going on?
Stop putting my head there.
Swept into your arms I am dead weight But of course you can manage.


Multiple times I have put myself in the position where they can act upon the morals that they don’t have.
He does what he wants.
Stop.
He accomplishes his goal.
And leaves naked in the night.


Black.
You carry me in, knowing what happened.
You look at me straight and I can’t see your face.
This is okay though, right?
Multiple times your morals have vanished.
(no).

You say lets go somewhere else and we walk to the porch.
Bromine, Oxygen, Thymine, foreign to me.
Testosterone.
Stop it.
Testosterone.
No.
Get out of my house.

I’m coming to Nebraska and I’m staying with you.
(No).
Pacing. terrified.
No.

I love you.

Sanmati, my source, is equine
Arising year by year to twine.
Naming ceremony like a mine –
Mining gold, silver, bromine.
All averse to Sanmati divine
Time and again – old shrine.
I will support her – Him within
Jains as do by going byline.
All will succumb to Him by entwine.
I presume the same qualities spine
Neatly in the world which He assign.

BR is an abbreviation
              for,
Bromine, Bedrooms,
British Rail and Bread.

The spermicide in your voice
The sink drain spinning
     .After much coaxing


The hair clumps climbing in bromine drips

As the acid burnt label’s yellowing edge
Waits for  further  corrosion  in the cabinet

As we seek to photosynthesize.  Into greater     limbs reaching

We shed the jitters

Humble before the promise of our own smallness

We feel the growth in our bones.

Thin.

Not yet as a door.

Not as an ear.

Not yet as a scar.

Not yet as a shadow.

Not yet as a self.

Yet.

Yet.

The ebbing

Of your eager look

As we roll our eyes,

And are no longer noticed.

The spermicide in your voice
The sink drain spinning
     .After much coaxing


The hair clumps climbing in bromine drips

As the acid burnt label’s yellowing edge
Waits for  further  corrosion  in the cabinet

As we seek to photosynthesize.  Into greater     limbs reaching

We shed the jitters

Humble before the promise of our own smallness

We feel the growth in our bones.

Thin.

Not yet as a door.

Not as an ear.

Not yet as a scar.

Not yet as a shadow.

Not yet as a self.

Yet.

Yet.

The ebbing

Of your eager look

As we roll our eyes,

And are no longer noticed by each other’s fingertips.