how selfish am I
to live this life,
to see through these eyes,
to want to die?how selfish am I
to laugh with ease
to seek joy when
there is suffering?how selfish am I
to strive to calm
the storm inside?
is it selfish
to survive?
the Turkish coffee cup
shards on the floor
draw blood.that delicate porcelain
holds eighty-two years of life,
wrinkled hands, cardamom
coffee-stained
smiles and desert air;
a shattered mirage on
hard, cold kitchen
tile.a thousand fangs,
they draw blood and make
home in the soles
of my feet.
you were famished
from birth, waiting for
this world to give you your fill.
i tripped into your arms,
you came in for the kill.you bite
with ravenous lips
and starving eyes;
part of you is born and
part of me dies.
we can’t build a castle
from these ruins.
a foundation of rubble and sand
will disintegrate in
the slightest wind,
we will always be nothing
again.
you don’t know
what you want and
you don’t know
the road;
you’ve made and you’ve left
a thousand homes
to chase clouds that
dissolve in the palms of
your hands,
you’re here and
you are gone
again.
for you, i will
be what i am afraid to be.
you bring out the most
passionate parts of me.
for you i’ve dug deeper
into myself than i have
for anyone else. i’ve given you
the center of my being,
the tissues of my soul.
for you i am not afraid
to be raw.
with you, i want to be an animal.
i want my lips to touch flesh.
tonight, you are not
by my side, and I can see
death in the darkness.
a night alone
with you.
bright star, pale beauty
around which all life in me
revolves.
let all eyes be witness
to your light
in my darkest
hours.
do lips,
like fingers,
have prints?is there any evidence
you were here
at all?
i want to see all of you,
every inch. every
mountain, every forest,
every ocean, every river
and canyon. i want to know
every mark on the map,
and i want to fall in love
with all of it.
i want to see and know
this is where i belong.
that you are a part of me
as much as i am a part of you.
Silenticel 