we have fallen past the crest 

of longing

and have landed on the troughs

of contingency, 

and hope,

and voracity, 

darling

if you rip my head open,

you will see:

whimpers of uncertainty,

moans of fear,

screams of emptiness.

but not here.

not when i look around and 

the calm would ebb through me,

like a prayer

wishing and wanting 

for flowers to grow from my stomach

and bubble out of my mouth.

not here,

not when i can finally, finally, close my eyes

and the depth of my thoughts

would soak my feet,

wet my limbs,

drown my lungs with ash.

not here.

not when i can sigh

and my tongue will not

twist

and pull

and burn from blasphemy.

no.

this is peace.

Feathers lashed and gaping

From the Father that abandoned us

And a Mother's tears of blood

Unfaithful, disloyal, blind.

Sparks and cracks

Of electric halos

Fueling the necessities

Of livid, torturous lives

The stones

Of psychedelic dreams

And frivolous attempts

Of humanity

Are weighing our wings

Down

Pulling us towards

The unknown abyss

Of damned eternity

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The languid movement of my hand

As it draws near the edge of

The vessel of your warmth

My hands inch closer

And closer

Until I bump into the finality of a caress

A sudden jolt caused by the sweltering heat

Of the hesitant touch of my fingertips

To your sides

I take you as you take me

Breathing slowly

Inhaling your familiar musk

I love this

I love how easy it is to gulp you

And feel you in my veins

This is how I prefer

To start my mornings

With the gullible surrender brought by

Coffee

It’s illogical to think

That when a rock is thrown

At the lapping waves of the ocean,

It won’t sink.

You are my ocean, love.

And I hope and hope

And fail

to not drown in the possibility

Of you and I