sun worship

"sun worship"

come on down down down

down so we can die together. quietly

your limber legs travel from darkened door

to a bed lit by moon.

i play the role of stargazer;

intrinsically linking marks on your body

as constellations.

my hand braces your arching spine

as your eyes search for the fire in the sky:

there is only night. we are disposable.

we cannot find our monolith our

obsession our God.

a lapse of control; two human bodies that

wretch & desire. erratically conspiring: the sky is dauntless

& meek

leaving us to follow one another thoughtlessly, heart & soul.

and thus we are torn as the sky is high and

we are low.

ash falls from the sky, foreshadowing our demise &

we've seen it before in fables and lore.

n/a

Non posso fingere che ciò che voglio e quello che ho bisogno non sono la stessa cosa.

chariots

"chariots"

my hand rested on your cheek; tiny capillaries

became circuits of fever. i recalled an old philosophy:

what's good for you is

good for me. your frame is one of nature's grand designs.

time after time it is apparent that

seasons change

slowly.

& i watched the trees as their leaves fell only to drag

themselves slowly across the cold wet dirt. there were

still secrets,

still words,

left unspoken. our crowns were fashioned in autumn leaves

& misshapen

branches. season after season, we remained

slaves to one another.

n/a

what hands used to mean

what letters used to mean

what love used to mean

holy trinity

"holy trinity"

she says, "there is bliss in emptiness." naturally i feel

as though i am vanishing; that

i was born in her

thoughts. she touched her body the way sunshine lay

itself across a child's cheek. her skin showed varying

gradients of

loss. her, simply sublime in her despair. and my pursuit of

her happiness that had been disappointing and elusive. my

eyes held the bits of light as

she asked an overwhelming question: "will what once was ever

happen again?" i gave her the sketch of our dream house and

shut my eyes. i have spent so much time away from home.

ascribed to malice

"ascribed to malice"

your eyes represented a universe without

light. i exhaled as your fingers traced

the brim of an antique wine glass. you felt

distant, though i was equally as shallow.

you & i; miles apart for months that turned to

years.

so you placed your hand on my cheek &

you ran fingers through my hair.

i inhaled that old familiar smell.

then we fell victim to fate's fetters.

n/a

thinking of you.

we're going to live

"we're going to live"

to call it flirting with death is naive.

i caress her bony hip as it presses into

mine. this

heaven is your hell. maybe she laughs

differently with you & perhaps you lie

less to her. but

i keep coming back for more. her red lips

pressed to my lips and my lips pressed kisses

onto her bony hips; her smooth legs kick away blankets

& i

smile. & i smile knowing you're in

an airport lounge smoking cigarettes one after one

being miserable

as usual. & you might think that the plane you're about to

board is an escape well it isn't. the distance will only worsen

the pain &

i finish kissing her. i need a moment to catch my breath.

queen

"queen"

her tongue rolls and i am left with a

lullaby. though

i saw the poison on her lips and i

touched her.

the pressure of my fingers created

a vastness rather, a

sorrow.

the truest confession? i am her

slave. my heart is spring flowers

and her body is the

winter.

our smiles were exchanged in slow motion; i had been

captivated by the isolation of

lightness. the rest was as cold and inviting

as a first snow;

we became the footprints we had left behind.

fr mchll

"fr mchll"

frightened

yet identifying the

indiscernible she said,

"love will save us."

i tell her that my hands are

merely instruments of the

weather.

her painted nails wipe away tears

though i'm sure

her fingers were crossed.

it seems my ampersands, commas, and reflective

metaphors remain

tired attempts at explaining

the way a bird sings.