Violet
I remember a year ago. Your voice lingering on the invisible lines of contact that would be our only connection for the day. Your voice wishing for me. Your voice too fast from whatever your nose had helped pass on to your blood stream. Your voice busy with plans to see me late at night. Your voice. Always the voice of a coward and an addict. Your voice the poison in my bloodstream.
Little One
I know a secret.
You keep it locked inside of you.
Your heart’s out here in the open, but there is one part that you keep well hidden.
There is an explosive light.
I may be fiery reds, pinks, and blues, but you are surely rose skies and rivers of champagne.
I wear that fire on the outside.
But you have a fire there too.
Stronger than any that rages from my broken insides.
You have a pale yellow outlined in a burning, bright gold.
A warmth of protection.
Hidden deep inside you.
It’s enveloped me.
And I swim in your liquid sun.
stop beating, stop breathing
You trace my veins from my wrist to my palm, and I swear my whole body is screaming to my heart:
“stop beating”.
I hold my breath,
until your fingers wrap around mine and I can focus again.
And I would do it over
and over again.
I would slow my heart and hold my breath,
just to feel your fingers on my wrist and your lips on the back of my neck.
Fatal Trick Up the Mischievous Fuck Sleeve
Milking the precious grains of sand...
Spaces
Where blissful ignorance
Has not yet been met with any
Fall-out,
And we can be
Naked and audacious, while elsewhere,
The world burns on the
Razor's edge
Of the broken picture frame...
...I was harboring wanderlust,
So I abandoned my post
At the detonation site,
And left a trail of ashes
Behind me,
As I went to size
The world up
With my thousand and
One
Fly's eyes...
I needed the valleys, and
Plains
To leap up at me,
And detain me
Long enough for a more
Thorough vision quest...
Milking the precious grains of sand!...
...How does anyone know the out-
come?...
(The fatal trick up the
Mischievous fuck sleeve)
...Yet we try so desperately
To compartimentalize
Everything,
Decieving ourselves from
The pointy fangs of loose leaf
Living...
