Tag: spilled ink

there is something holy
in the lines by 
your eyes. 
heaven exists in between
your front teeth and the way
your lips become
mine. 
there is no room for
perfection
while the sun still shines
and the moon glows–  
we remain within  
light; 
the devil does
not exist here.

heavenly details // a.s.m

take a spoon
to my chest and gather
the seeds; 
make a bed 
for your sorrows. 
i will help you grow
from them, 
i promise. i will help you
turn them into flowers. 
take these torn
up, gouged
out heart parts.
every cavity of
my being is for you.

 // a.s.m

follow me to the end
of the world. 
i want to hear ‘i love you’
echoing off a canyon’s edge; 
your laughter, never ending
in the darkness.
your hand in mine, 
double helixes of fingers
two plants intertwined, 
seeking the same sun.

we have grown into each other // a.s.m

you’ve learned how to pay the bills:
the one thing you’ll always have
that you can always sell. 

and you know the market’s always great
for what you’ve got, so 
put on your slip
and your face, baby,
and don’t play in the mud 
on your way to the corner 
tonight.

lolita // a.s.m

could you feel it beginning 
to fall apart 
when you kissed her lips
under the floral arch? 
it happened so soon, 
he became the glue that bound
you together. 
you’d count his fingers and
toes, so delicate and small. 
you never would’ve guessed they’d
make those holes in the dry-wall. 

you never imagined you’d be here
again; broken glass on the kitchen 
floor, a policeman
knocking at the door. 

there’s a silent melancholy 
song that pours from 
your lips,
like the whiskey you nurse
as they take him away with
his hands behind his back.

cradle of whiskey // a.s.m

Kindred spirit child,
I’ve found home
within your eyes.
Chase stars with me,
catch butterflies
between our palms and
whisper wishes on their wings
before we release them
to the skies.

Kindred spirit child,
I’ve found safety
in your heart:
a delicate collage
of glass and shards
of mirror where I
find pieces of myself; I know
together we have something
beautiful.

spirit child // a.s.m

the smell of liquor
on your breath and the words
that you hid at the
bottom of the bottle. 
the way you only looked at me
with longing when
your eyes were glazed over. 
a series of mistaken midnight black-outs
that just kept happening
because i still hadn’t learned
the second or third time
around.

everything you feel when you hear your ex’s name // a.s.m

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.

everything you make me feel is poetry // a.s.m

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.

Cecilia // a.s.m