burnt residuei can't make you want me.More Like This
you pulled your fingers
from my spine in a stretch
of gravity tearing at bones,
in a stretch of sanity tearing
at tendons, telling you "stop.
don't want this."
but i could give you
the most satisfying sex, the
loudest moans, the hollowest groans
reverberating in this dark side
street, over the leaking rooftops
of this crackpot town, through
windows and walls housing in them
your very own murderers. the world's
murderers. we could forget them if
you just touch me, falling away
from the outside world,
knowing only the wickedness
of lust's language rolling from
our tongues like the message
of devils we never knew.
speaking in tongues. speaking
in sounds we'll never make again.
my imaginings fall short, burned under
the weight of your last touch, as i
realize again and again
you'll never want me.
i can't make you want me.
i could force myself at you, i
could fall apart in your hands,
shoving every ounce of flesh
that drops from my narrow
bones into y
The swerveI tore my flesh on the corner of the lake & bled in cubesMore Like This
and my best friend knew the weight of my green eyes and tried to sell them
and the spring left me heavy in my skin and the air she breathed me
tasted of umami and B12 and water. I drank it all in just like water
and began the aviary process of collecting budding groves and early springs.
you came to me with eyes like empty jars begging for sparks
and the hundred scraps of paper of pretty lies in pretty cursives,
the firefly wings and peonies and ocean salts and river rocks
and you were the first one capable of rustling the dead leaves
at the creek floor, so those went in, too. adding pensive things
to your eyes until they flooded over. they keep flowing
You were beside me trembling at being essential
and I could barely contain my laughter
from spilling into the air of the auroral forest
and getting caught naked in the mountains
The first time I didn't mean it to tear
through your skull and plant flowers
and you were beside me