Soft wet lips left behind on glass,
a white flower petal cuts the words
away from my hands.
None of it matters like everything matters;
we fall behind as we fall into
and out of
Sand in the swollen nets of time. Thieves
lifting the broken windows of the
We explore each other,
take into our mouths
the devil’s handiwork.
Love is tragic, love is
When you look at me like life and death
are on the same side
I want to inhabit the palms of
Hold me until my ribs dissolve into stars.
Forgive me these secrets: what we give away
Where the rain floods the inside of the caverns buried in the mind
you approach me, tuck away your knives
as your skin becomes wings,
in the darkness we are free
lose yourself and come for me deep.
You fall, you follow, you run,
you return before I’m ready.
Drink me like bloodthirst
sliding through leaves.