The Lines of this Moment

I breathe beyond the shallows
of the deep, my arms open wide
to catch the current
passing through my skin,
traveling along the lines, creases,
veins, pumps and gears of my body
as it slowly winds forward
into the reef,
the incredible light
along the lines of this moment
a faint trace along my shoulders,
your breath a bubble against my lips,
the split cry of this second
a burst behind my ears
as I dive forward into the calm
of the water,
and then...
nothing.

Black Instinct

There's the soft pick of the fingers
as they clear the bones,
trembling between the gaps of my ribs
as a black instinct
cleans me open
between the shadows of your lips,
my blood a dull spatter
along the teeth of the devil,
my lungs a dead weight
in his palms
and my heart a breathless pulse
along the seams of his lips,
his name impaled to my tongue
as the moments of this agony
tick on.
I hope for nothing other than
your presence engrained
along the weight of my flesh,
your taste a disembodied lump
upon my tongue to swallow
and the liquid of your voice
a whisper along the edge of my ear
before you take me down.

Fields of Clover

I'm telling myself to let go,
sink back between the blades of grass
that are sticky with the nectar and pollen abandoned
by the blossoms abloom across the field. Watch
you lick the clouds from the corner of my cheek,
your lips a subtle taste against mine
while the wind shudders beneath the skin of my clothing.
But this is only the beginning
as we lock arms and gain momentum,
rolling down the hill, petals crushed,
grass worked loose throughout our hair
while the bees buzz angrily into the sky.
There's nothing beyond the feeling of your hand
in mine, the hard weight of your body atop of me
as we lay gasping, laughing wildly in a heap
at the bottom of the hill,
nothing more organic than this moment
with you.

The Lines of Your Body

04/11/12
For S.

I like the lines of your body,
the stretch of your smile echoed
in the light of your eyes,
the easy-going nature in which you move,
the curves of your skin a shadow
beneath the lines of your clothes,
and I find myself wondering
what it would be like
to touch you,
tangle my fingers in your hair,
kiss you and not let go,
the weight of your pulse a steady beat
against mine and attempt
to climb into you in order to find
a name for these feelings
that I've been afraid of for the longest time.

Conflagration

You ask me for a lover,

burned, charred and ransacked

upon my grave,

leaning back against 

the tombstone,

cigarette crushed between your lips

as I watch you smile

in the grimace of a flame

and I know
how badly I need to feel
your burning mouth against mine.
Because with every slight stretch

and unadorned movement of your body

I can feel the ashes piling higher

around me

in the clichéd form of desire

until I’m surrounded

by the fires of my own making,

heart slicing through the embers

as they claw and softly singe

my skin rubbed raw

from the blazing pressure

of loving

you.

Broken Rails

Soft tick.

Deep thunk

ringing through the cells.

You can hear the drip drop

of the blood

falling to the floor

and sticking.

It's not like you'll get rid of me soon.

Crack of the eggs

and the shredding of the bones.

Catch me

as I go sliding down the rail

and into your arms,

dragging you down with me,

off the road and onto

the broken tracks.

There's a train coming

with a broken wheel, 

barreling down the tracks.

I want to be with you

and hear you scream

when it happens...

Exactly

I know exactly what I am, even
if I can't word it, even
if I am taken by surprise
against the window of this moment...
because you gave me
these words, in the blackened form of
a lover,
a kiss smeared across the page
in the form of whatever ink was available,
the ring on my hand
and the overwhelming sensation of poetry
stamped across my tongue
in the many languages
of God.
There is no satisfaction entangled
within my arms, strewn
among the sheets and stuck
between the frosting of a kiss...
because,
I've tasted too many other colours,
drunken a different rhythm and sold
my soul to another language
in order to be free.

I couldn't even go back now
if I tried.