glow

so if he offered to light up your skin

to shock your bones and make them glow

to turn you to fire and

paint you red and

rip you from cold clinging hands of the dead

and worship you in a palace of flesh

don’t tell me you wouldn’t say yes.


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what have I done?

you tried to burn it and

burn it you did but

it didn’t disappear

it only dissipated

fire to ash, fell to the earth

but smoke to air, now it’s everywhere

you thought this was better

you thought this would work

fire to ash and smoke to air

but now it’s everywhere you look

and you can’t even see it.

prize

And I was a prize you won ’cause I let you
again and again and I
didn’t know then
that I’d never get you the way that you had me
you had me, you had me
you had me so wholly
your eyes wrapped around me
your lips would control me and I
didn’t know that your heart couldn’t hold me
I didn’t know it would never know me
never want me
never be
anything but a lack, you see
I was the prize you won ’cause I let you and
you never knew
never knew what you had.


oh retrospect, yes, please, do come in

cold on the shore

dripping and shaking

salt in my hair and my eyes and my lungs

that was the sea

for a moment I’d swum

and you wanna know what?

it was nothing like you

nothing like floundering, drowning and blue

in a puddle.

Fall

Everyone has a seasonal vice. The main difference between mine and a pumpkin spice latte is that it makes me burn calories rather than consume them. And it has green eyes, but other than that, the two are basically interchangeable.
 


wish I knew

He should mean more to me than you do. This is newer, less stripped of hope, less full of promises that can’t be kept. He’s disappointed me less than you have, hasn’t had as many chances to.

So why is it that I can go around that bend and pass right by his street and not even notice it until it’s out of sight? And how come when I get anywhere near yours I have to stay in the far lane or turn before I reach it or else I’ll end up there?

Is it because I’ve known your place longer? Does that give it a stronger gravitational pull on me? Maybe it’s because I’m in your area under different circumstances, ones that make me impulsive, impetuous. Maybe it’s habit, a habit that was never comfortable enough to have before it had to be broken.

Or maybe it’s just you.

 


neck

It wasn’t about sight with him. It was all feel, all touch. Every inch of his skin clear and bright under my fingertips, every inch of mine aching under his.

His hands on my waist, all over my skin,
his lips on my face, my throat, my collarbone.

I’ll never forget when woke me with fire in a kiss on the back of my neck.