LovelyDevour my flesh in the dance, your design
Send me into shudders that leave me shaking more months
Than I could count; place me in a paradox,
Uproot me from the earthen
To seed me in the sky;
I'll become a constellation,
Spread out in spiral flame
That trails ten sparks and a shimmering cloak
Of crystalline fibers, crafted from the pixels
Of every image ever made of me
Now poised in your possession
This is what we ramble when we don't know what to say
Electric in our lungs but uncharged with any meaning
Because once we're in love all the bulbs in our brain
Blink out one by one as our pupils, like a pond
Ripple outward in rivulet shivers down our spine
It's horribly hollow in my heart sometimes
Even now that I've escaped my insecurities
I miss them now and then, every tepid little twitch
That defined my facsimile last year;
She was smothered in sincerity
While I sustain myself on sin
But I love when you call me lovely
Thread your fingers through my own
And reply that you're all mi
A City CeramicI feel my feelings fade and rust
Along with all I find:
Smoke and ash and swirling dust
From a different shore than mine...
Through a city ceramic
And a castle of clay;
From a malady manic
To a derelict day;
I've painted my panic,
I've poured out my pain;
It's garish and granite,
Repainted with rain.
Caked with mud from head to toe,
A wheel that spins and never slows,
I only wish you'd only know,
This feeling grips and won't let go...
On top of a tower that time has torn,
I watch the water whip.
Every oath I've ever sworn
Just swelters, sways, and slips.
My fingers itch and ache to hold
Another hand, and not my own.
So why this feeling, fleeting flow?
Always errant, and all alone...
Guilt is a guillotine.
Interweave and intervene,
I'll sort things out until they seem
A little more like what I need.
Keep me cornered
In your kiln, to bake until I'm better.
When all's in order,
Fixed and filled, I'll write myself a letter.
I Might as Well be the MoonI succumb to the sun and awake to a touch
From the fingers that tingle my mind each morning;
I revolve around words that I'm scared to accept,
Typed out neatly across a shimmering surface.
Heartbeats litter a field of bright fire,
Blooming alive without wither;
When the words have poured and dripped so sweet,
I let myself recede to sleep.
A quarter of the day is killed soft in my dreams,
Until I'm up to await yet again.
Unresolved rage is channeled out in a flood
That sweeps the undeserving in its tide;
I might as well be the moon sometimes.
I need to keep an eye on the cat.
Blood blooms swifter than a glistening blur,
Brought in the heat of unexpected returns;
Somehow my star can still float in a void,
Instead of expulsion, unnecessary nova.
My luck is disgustingly good.
The dove sings a song of some sickly-sweet dream
That flutters the strings of my soul, like wings.
I follow the crest of my wave to conclusion,
Till it can blandly balance out.
My dragon comes to rescue