Soul

Driftwood

Fold

white twisted branches twist my arm

thin bark  - like paper

and after I had planted 

words

underneath your flesh

petals bloom out of your fingertips 

and take root in my wide open eye

cranium & skeletal bones - white and twisted

but you trim the leaves 

that sprout from my mouth

and water the dirt 

until it turns to mud

in my chest 

regurgitate worms

and spit beetles for words

that suck your flesh

red rub contusion 

skeletal bones & teeth - white and twisted

petals bloom out of your fingertips

and take root in my wide open eye

but you trim the leaves that sprout from my mouth

and water the dirt

thin bark - like paper

after I had planted words

on white paper

origami box

with a flower lid 

16 folds and 16 folds 

Do Tempt Not

Does anybody ever not read 

something marked 

“do not read”                      ?

De fine

The sand and waves drift apart

& come back together like my hipbones and yours’

clamoring together. flicker and fail

The frames of those pictures bled out -

and you said you loved me and I peeled your eyelids 

back and melted the stars inside 

that made up your universe and

put together what was left over

in your calloused palms - like melted wax cooled

don’t ask me why

Digging through the worm’s labyrinth and past

the dead hamsters in size six shoe boxes ;

I thought I was.

Wildflower breeze, and you trace

the pathway my collar bones forge,

under my skin.

But is a shiver any more tangible as a cloud?

I’m not sure If I still have a

spine as the keys to those doors don’t fit and 

who were we to chop down those trees - red ax with 

the splintered handle - only to keep other’s out and 

have to invite them in?     and I thought 

of your breath against foreign wrist 

Which is only really a catalyst  to my

chrysalis. wrinkled and grey, the ink in russet skin

egg shells.

Bitter dandelion leaves and orchard pink  

flesh the morning doesn’t smell like 

dew the morning doesn’t smell like you

Stone and Moon

“Parce-que
Je sais qu’une fois que vous avez passé ce
vous allez me souviens
et se réveiller à nouveau
et je sais combien nous nous soucions les uns des autres
et combien nous comprenons les uns les autres
et comment nous sommes un
vous laissez vos émotions prendre le meilleur de vous
et c’est pourquoi je ne les tiens pas en haute estime
parce qu’ils nous séparer”

The moon feels so far away
tonight -
and I’m spinning
and it’s not my blood running through my veins

Regression feels a lot like home
a home I loathe
one I don’t belong in

The clouds in my head
are masking the moon
and you are so far away tonight -
distant

but only because I let it
only because I let you be

Why would anyone rebuild something
that has been torn to the ground
stone by stone
 - shedding preconception
 - breaking down past notions
- unrooting fears
skin to skin
flawless

but now I’m a puzzel with a piece missing
you can almost see it
fitting so snugly with the rest
you can almost see it.
- but its not there

rummaging around in the empty box

The moon feels so far away tonight
and regression feels a lot like home

our love is a river,
raging
but my heart is overflowing
and your tears
run into mine

nous sommes un
 - je connais

Why would I rebuild something
that you and I tore to the ground?
there is no creation without
destruction

and the cracks in this godforsaken wall
let the light in

so destruct me
break me down
- I know
its not your job to built me back up

my words slip through a sieve of anger,
from someone who’s always so cautious and careful with words
with their placement
and their reverb

and I was afraid that I won’t ever
measure up
but doubt is such a seductive evil
and we’re spinning

but what place does measurement have
in something so immeasurable?

so destruct me
break me down
don’t ever let me run away from this
I don’t ever want to leave


“I feel my way
through slowest heaving night
whatever fear invents
I swear it makes no sense …
In the swirling curling
storm of desire
Unuttered words hold fast …
Darkness creeps in like a thief
And offers no relief
Come on, come talk to me.”

La Coeur

Ton coeur bat de plus belle
alors - que tes yeux sont sur moi

slipping into flawless intimacy,
adrenaline, my friend
neurotransmitters and neurons tangled in a delicate and nervous nervous system
and the precipice were carelessly dangling our limbs off and inching our feet towards the edge carefully
is synthesized into euphoria
and transposed into a harmonic chord

tracing the flesh of your hips
with my fingertips
        my lips
  muscle memory

 - you are
paperback books
the color blue -
a strong hand
closed eyes -
lids and lashes
a deep sigh -
a gentle touch

 tunnel vision blur
 discovering pure freedom in the blindness
 for seeing everything within:
  your eyes are a window
   with window panes
    & pain
   with shutters
    & shudders
   with curtains
    & sweeping lashes
   with reflections
    & reflection

your hand found mine
    at a very funny time
gestures freeze
and shared breaths get drawn in quickly
       as if they are fleeting
       as if they are numbered
       as if they could be easily lost
  if not held on to

a rooftop dance
city smog has hidden the stars
and the twinkling city lights
    are a poor excuse
    - but will suffice
for they reflect in the pool of your eyes
   & your eyes reflect in mine
and as a breeze dances across my skin
 I am more than satisfied

calculated motions
ebb and flow
dans ma coeur
 thinking:
 this is only the beginning
 thinking:
 ce qui ne peut vous me dire, moi chérie?