horizons

    I would like to see you out on sea. That water endless, and sky infinite. I picture you high up there, gas burning light years away from me, but I could touch you with a single breath. Yes, I would be able to close my eyes and feel you burning me alive. In…

molding stars

  You have a band of stars entwined around your throat latching and spewing cold balls of matter   If you grasp it you said you’ll become the ice that lies in my veins   So touch it I did

stars dropping silently

    Stars fall as fickle as leaves out here casting their shadow against this muggy little windowpane I imagine us as them painted in that sky with not a shred of distance between us and it warms me burns me up like those balls of gas flashing pentagrams save for that that washed up…

As I Lay….

    There are stars embedded into this ceiling. Dazzling shapes of pentagrams, just glowing and blooming, sculpted across that plaster. I used to lay in my bed dreaming of those speckles. I imagined that maybe if I could reach high enough, if I just grasp onto whatever edge I could touch, that I might…

Tangled Matter

  That vault was endless   An estuary of ravaged dust trickled matter   Painted properties that lined my sky   I want that shine

letters

      My mind is a beautiful thing you see I can conjure you up out of fickle matter   All it takes is a swipe of my hand and I have sculpted you perfectly   Although I could never taste you feel the ridges in your skin trace the lines that mar your…

First of The Red Hot Lovers

    I liked to think of you as Ares how tenacious and potent you are   The moment you first held me in your arms I had felt more beauty and fervor than Aphrodite herself   Such spite she blooms for you   The suns not even the brightest stars amounted to the perfect…

Between the Constellations

      There is a world inside of your eyes   Speckles of Orion and thunderstorms Andromeda and passion   Wet hot desire burnished deeply into those amber irises   You gaze at me with a devotion so pure smeared white and gold As if I am your providence   like you are the…

Seven Colored Ash

        It has happened once a year every twelve years   Stoic years that have defined the meaning of my anguish   I had tried to talk to you   Stretch through the prickled dots that cloud my sky just to try to spread into yours   but my movements they were…