I am thirsty for you
I need you in my mouth
I want to wash my eyes
Out with your sweat so
That you dry into my vision
So my visions are only of you
I am careful with you
I will not tell you how much I want you
You are a fairy, a ghost, an empty promise
I only want you because you are empty
But wanting you has become an empty ache
In my storm
I am invisible to you,
Like fine rain
You should feel my touch on your skin but you are
Waterproof
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Sunday, 9 October 2016
Tuesday, 16 August 2016
Ice and light
Trying to skate
Through this year
Of loss without
The ice creeping up
My ankles
Without
My skates
Drinking through to the
Water underneath
The water is thirsty for me
But I fell in love
Unexpectedly
With the sun
Now I am in a race
In a balancing act
In a beautiful
Coital
Coil
With light and ice
Breath is
Warmth and death
Cold is burning
Dread and laughing
Safety, a hope
That hops out ahead of me
Teasing me into following
The lines of my skates
Inscribing love poems
To the sun
To the skin of winter
To the death that came, the one what will not come
The ones I hold in holes in my teeth
Crying with my mouths closed
To keep them close
Sunday, 14 August 2016
all in the same second
my heart is being burrowed
open
by earthworms and skyfish
lightening in summer
warm wormholes in winter
all in the same second
i want to kiss you
i want to drown
i grow like
moss with a bad sense of direction
i love
like a broken compass
love me like
earthworms
loving the rain
by instinct
by necessity
when we know hope is
cruel
and happy is false
we grow determined
feet planted strong as
river current
as gentle as
nothing gentle at all
all in the same second
open
by earthworms and skyfish
lightening in summer
warm wormholes in winter
all in the same second
i want to kiss you
i want to drown
i grow like
moss with a bad sense of direction
i love
like a broken compass
love me like
earthworms
loving the rain
by instinct
by necessity
when we know hope is
cruel
and happy is false
we grow determined
feet planted strong as
river current
as gentle as
nothing gentle at all
all in the same second
Friday, 15 July 2016
Up
There is an
Aspiration for up
When sideways might be more full of joy
When down might be more realistic
When losing momentum and
Staying
Willfully
Might be braver, even
But the sky still governs our senses
As impossible as the stars will always be
Our orientation remains,
Stubbornly
Stunningly
Up
Aspiration for up
When sideways might be more full of joy
When down might be more realistic
When losing momentum and
Staying
Willfully
Might be braver, even
But the sky still governs our senses
As impossible as the stars will always be
Our orientation remains,
Stubbornly
Stunningly
Up
Mirror
I have been used
To mirroring you
Your rage
Your joy
Your twists
I unentangled myself
From you by
Chewing through my
Veins
Quenching the bloodflow
With my fingers
Sewing myself back together
With skin gathered from
Lashes on my back
It is just after the operation
I am in isolation
Finding my mouth again
Finding pockets of emptiness
Looking absently for a mirror
To find you in
To fill me again, then
My veins remind me of how I
Had to tear them from you
My arms bare the scars of my stitches,
To ease the emptiness ache, then
I have to relearn my own reflection
To mirroring you
Your rage
Your joy
Your twists
I unentangled myself
From you by
Chewing through my
Veins
Quenching the bloodflow
With my fingers
Sewing myself back together
With skin gathered from
Lashes on my back
It is just after the operation
I am in isolation
Finding my mouth again
Finding pockets of emptiness
Looking absently for a mirror
To find you in
To fill me again, then
My veins remind me of how I
Had to tear them from you
My arms bare the scars of my stitches,
To ease the emptiness ache, then
I have to relearn my own reflection
Tuesday, 21 June 2016
Made of Volcanoes
It appears you have forgotten
What you are made of
As you creep into a room
Head down
Shrinking into yourself
Trying to make yourself
As close to
Disappearing as you can
Raise your head
Open your mouth and
Roar
You are the World
You are made of Volcanoes
Magma flowering in your hair
You are made of Opera songs
Vibrations of impossible notes
Humming in your teeth
You are made of Tides
Extra terrestrial forces
Licking your soles
You are made of Winter
Crackling things dry
Storing life and death in your joints
Showing yourself brilliant in
Stark Sun
Unshrink yourself darling
Come into yourself
The years will unfold around you
Summon them with your Roar that
Sounds like
Opera songs exploding in Winter Waves
Wrap yourself in your own delight
You are the World
Too full of wonder to make yourself Small
What you are made of
As you creep into a room
Head down
Shrinking into yourself
Trying to make yourself
As close to
Disappearing as you can
Raise your head
Open your mouth and
Roar
You are the World
You are made of Volcanoes
Magma flowering in your hair
You are made of Opera songs
Vibrations of impossible notes
Humming in your teeth
You are made of Tides
Extra terrestrial forces
Licking your soles
You are made of Winter
Crackling things dry
Storing life and death in your joints
Showing yourself brilliant in
Stark Sun
Unshrink yourself darling
Come into yourself
The years will unfold around you
Summon them with your Roar that
Sounds like
Opera songs exploding in Winter Waves
Wrap yourself in your own delight
You are the World
Too full of wonder to make yourself Small
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