You’re mine, And mine alone… My flesh cries out, to call you home The parchment swaddling my bones, It needs you, I see you. Simon wails, in quarters dim For chicken patties to comfort him, And by your light, I’m guided still Your kindness, most righteous… You lead.
My intention is To spoil your lips in earthly umber, And deck your wrists in frosted, golden bangles. A glistening band around every finger, A Morning Glory flower perched among your wavy tangles. I want to offer you the sticky sweetness of a caramel creation, Chunks of honeydew still dripping, heavy beats and swelling cheeks… […]
I close my eyes. Unclench my teeth. Exhale my pain. And fall to sleep… But in this flesh, There burns a flame… It tastes of death. It tastes of me… But it’s mine to have and hold. Yeah, it’s mine to bend or fold… So now, there’s nobody left in the world. When I close […]
Last time I chased some tail, It belonged to a dragonfly. Or an ice cream truck, Passing by. I’ve been seeking what’s worth keeping… but that information is classified. Through your childhood’s lens, stare to The deities of the season, and ask them why. Mn