from the sea we come and go
writing confessions
into his skin
i think he knew, then
whispery breath
fingers, silence, him
sitting next to
the windowsill
thoughts flickering
bay window
ink blue skies see thorough me
though she be in hiding,
I rise and fall
in time with the moon's embrace
through the trees and me
the wind rushes in madness
•
running from troubled waters
don’t look back; look back
panting, blinded
flashback; waters
rivulets on your inked chest
being the other
not simple, but divine
making up “our” bed
found four strands of blonde
but I’m a brunette . . .
there is no truth
more painful
than unmatched clues
but why do I have to reinvent
myself to fit the mold?
•
you, a werewolf
and I, the moon
the unlikeliest of loves
fur on end
the sweetest of prey
your teeth
along my neck
running with ragged breath
fingers trace your veins
marks of x's and o's
blossoming bruises
only too happy to have
—skin memories
shades of blue and purple
chapters to a modern romance
•
dying ivy
crawls up the buildings
a gargoyle winks
even the concrete
is flirtatious
cracks in the crevices
make it okay
to have scars
filled to the brim with rain
the broken fountain
come, collect drops
—Saturn, Jupiter—
with me
the best soy latte
that I've never had
•
an elderly man
plays chess in the cafe
happily alone
at peace with the past,
no pawn of time
rewind the hands
of the clock,
I yearn for our past
but still the time slips
through unprepared fingers; life
wonders through phases
and seven moon
changes
safe landing
amongst the stars
•
penning a letter
into the skin of his back
expressions of love
muscles rustle
under skin so soft
lavender and chamomile
soothe the tension
and neck knots
waking up next to you
a kiss despite morning breath
bed head
fingers
sheets and blossoming kisses
a message in a bottle;
[cause you are my sea]
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V.H. - 3 7 10 12 16 18 21 24 27 30 33 36
J.R. - 1 4 6 9 13 15 19 22 25 28
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Written in Chicago, Champaign, and Decatur, Illinois.