you say there’s no poetry
for you, darling,
but it’s here
written in the way your words
sway me like grass
in a summer breeze, the way
my skin tingles like stars when
you say my name,
when you say
my name is magick.put your hand to my chest–
do you feel
the rhythm of the verses
beating
for you? every step,
every cell, for you,
for you and I
will never stop breathing
this poetry; my lungs
are saturated with it.
get so high that
you feel numb,
slit your wrists while in
the tub. warm water glides
over the edge of your
porcelain ship. blood flows
through caulk river
channels between
the tile. you will haunt the
seals between the
floor forever.
Who you used to be isn’t necessarily who you’re meant to be.
i miss you.
every minute part of you
is not with me,
i miss you.
heavy heart,
filled with questions
but those eyes are dark
dripping caves,
you will never come out
alive.what first stole your
breath
now grabs at your neck,
squeezing every last
murmur
out. there’s no use hiding
in the shadows– those
irises are made of what
blankets you.
i will celebrate the fact
that my life has been carved
into my skin for everyone
to read.i am no longer ashamed of
the way i laugh or
the size of my heart– like
the bread we break,
take a piece
to keep in your pocket.
it will not grow stale,
i promise.sometimes i feel i have enough
to feed the world.this universe is a pitcher
i cannot fill, though i pour
myself into it completely
inside
out.i devour authenticity
and the freedom of
opening my mouth and
letting whatever is inside
fall to the ground.
ethereal child,
even the devil wants to see
the world through your eyes.
look how they pine.ethereal child,
you have ensnared him,
no longer red with
lust, but the color of
your vitreous soul.ethereal child, do you
feel his fiery fingers
around your forearms,
injecting you like needles?let go, let go
let the fire burn.
familiar stranger
new friend
tell me of the time we crossed
once before
under the wisteria.
i’ll meet you there– halfway
between the poppies
and forever.
your voice a nocturne,
notes i’ve never fallen asleep
to before: i cannot
quite tell where it is
within me that you dwell.
do you sing a song of this
universe, or one of
dreams?
for the first time,
i feel a different kind
of alive.something is sprouting
within me: a hunger for
the taste of your skin
on my lips, your warmth
beside me.i’ve always used a
fork and knife, never
indulged the animal
inside.but tonight you look
so good.
tonight, i think
i could.
you can jump out of an airplane but
be too scared to ask your waitress
for ketchup.there is no method to the madness
we are.but i know you will make room
in your heart for the things
you are on fire for, because
those are what keep you living.
when you want something badly enough,
you will face your fears for it.
Silenticel 