Whatever You Will Give Me

I will take whatever
you will give me,
the scrape of your voice
along the cold of my bones
in the morning, the shiver
of your lips against mine
as I part myself open,
your name imprinted
on my tongue.
For it is you who finds me
when no one else can,
alone between the shadow
and the soul,
mouth dirty, fingers blackened
from the heat of your heart
and my final gasp an echo
as you take me over the edge.
I have long accepted
the price of your weight
upon my soul.

remember this

kiss me as i fall,
arms open wide, fingers
curved to catch the wind.
i'll let you bite down,
trace the rim of my lips,
suck the blood back
and peel the bruises
fresh off the underside of my eyes
in hope that you'll leave a scar
deep enough for me to remember this.

Winter

I can remember
the crunch of your boots in the snow,
the sheen of the ice on the sidewalk
and the blood of the dying sun
that poured out across the sky,
slick between the tendrils
of the clouds, starting the sudden descent
of this day into darkness.
It was winter
when you kissed me, your lips
frozen and chapped as you pressed them
to mine, slid your hands
into my pockets and pulled,
tugging me closer
as if to breathe my warmth into you,
as if I could save you from the inevitable
before the snow began to fall.
But the wind was blowing, hard,
your lashes frozen,
my breath a white puff
rising through the air
and at that moment
I knew that this was all I could give you.
I needed to be able to climb away,
up out of the drifts before the snow
swallowed the two of us whole
together.

Impossible

I'll bend and I'll break
beneath the image of your face,
your eyes,
your lips as the wailing
of the music pries them apart.
Because I'm singing
of a love song
that wraps 'round the waist
of a vase, crystal in
the delight of these words
crowding across my skin
in the iron bruises this pain
leaves behind.
But I don't think you know this,
as you smile behind the clouded gaze
of a veiled secret,
your arm draped across my shoulders,
mine around your waist,
laughing,
as I watch your mouth
out of the corner of my eye,
your lips parting,
teeth glinting through
these misinterpreted feelings.
Because
I know it's always been
impossible.

Will You Love Her?

Will you love her, love her senseless,
plastered black against the night walls
of a million stars drowning beneath the surface of the sea?
Will you kiss her, knock her backwards, bleed her down until the end?
Will you break her, will you
make her, will you shake her hard
against the walls that try to hold us all together?
Will you love her, will you shove her down a flight of
broken stairs?
Will you kill her, will you grill her, question all the actions
against the rhythm of our sanity?

Because
I need to know, know if this love is real
in the vicarious search of blue passion
oozing across the skin.
All I want to do is watch you fall
scream first, into the trappings of a misogynistic
love.

end of the night

sugar and bones,
cracked beneath the grind
of my teeth, fingers scraping
the skull of the bowl
as i fall forward, my mouth
against yours, fingers enlaced
as i take your hair and pull,
forcing you closer,
close enough as if i could
swallow you whole
before this night ends.

Damage It All

Shh.
I'll drift you quiet in the night,
kiss you back upon the face
of the mountain,
dry your tears and lie,
saying it's alright.
But you, your lips
carved in stone, eyes sunken pools
upon the surface
of the water,
you smile only for the pleasure
of someone I've never met
and I know
there's no chance for me,
to pry the corners of your body
open, lick you down
and wash the memories of another
man away from you.
So I bite my tongue
and the blood runs dear, sticky
and sweet, a sugar
coating to my words as I try
to slowly strip away your defenses
and damage the two of us
beyond all repair.