tracing these moments

trace my fingers
over the bank of your ribs,
body carved open
along the green of the grass,
teeth smiling white
against the blue of the sky.
i need to swallow you down
this summer, your breath
hot in my ear, your hands
trailing down the length of my back
as i let myself fall open
into you, eyes wild,
skin burning
as we trace these moments
around the lake.

unfortunately

07/19/12

unfortunately,
this is not how i would have it.
i want your hands
on my body, teeth snapping,
ribs creaking as you pry
me open in a form
of benediction
against my sins.
i want no whispers of love,
only your arms open
to catch me, to punish me,
to mold me into someone different
from who i really am.
remake me.
for i cannot handle myself
this way any longer.

Sinner

I am used to your sins,
the curdle in the air, the scream
that poisons the frothy
white of the milk.
There is no doubt it was you,
yet the evidence is foggy,
smoke upon the glass, ashes
upon the sidewalk
and mud within your hair,
a sweet, sticky solution
to these ravages
while you kiss me open,
hold me back,
and lie directly in my ears.
I fold myself to sleep within
your voice, my arms
wrapped 'round the hollow
of your ribs,
blessed in the ruddy wounds
that weight me down within fatigue.
Still,
I know the breath of a liar,
the stench of the mad
and the ever molting sensation
of a killer's hands wrapped
'round my neck...

and there is no discomfort.

May 23, 2012

I already knew how
this would end,
the rasp of your voice
as we talk in quiet whispers,
spinning memories and confessions
of love, my hands gripped
tightly in yours,
tears forming as I whisper
I love you again and again
until the echo of your breath
fades away softly into the night air
as I let go of you
for the final time.

this moment in time

there's the tick of this heart
as i beat back and forth
from within the confines of my chair,
echoing the slow rhythm of each second
peeling free from the constraints
of the hour.
for i'll build and i'll break down
this moment in time, stretch it
thinly across the sides of the clock,
puncture it slowly as i dig my hands in,
tumbling and running my fingers through
all those numbers,
counting it down,
these last seconds, minutes, moments,
the gasping beat of my heart
as i measure my time left
with you.

together

05/16/12

hold through this feeling,
the beat of your hands
upon my chest, the trace
of your breath trailing up
the back of my neck, the kiss
of your lips but a shadow against mine
as my heart slowly shatters
and falls away,
layer by layer until i'm left alone
with nothing but this emptiness
to console me.
i can't ask for you to hold me
together.