to echo the songs of sparrows
the shape of your lips
whispered through mine.
when i lift your shirt,
i see the mountains
traipsing over your heart,
i see the valleys
as i trace your stomach.
i am an adventurer,
crossing the fragile east indies,
the spartan deserts of upper africa,
looking for exploration.
my hands are my ships, your skin my ocean.
your waist breaks into your hip,
the shore of foreign lands,
cresting wave and falling tide.
drinking cups of stars,
we are thin nylon skin,
abashed teenage heat
erupting from our cores
and every orifice
as we proclaim our love
for the moon,
from our bodies.
You and I
Way I told you
I love you.
Don't look back
Don't cry for me.
Smile as you
Let me go.
Don't mourn for me
When they close
The lid on the coffin
You chose for me.
When you see
Laugh and smile.
Make our last
For the happiness
We had together
Think of me
Remember me with love.
It still needs someone to hold
I need someone like you .
That I can hold until you suffocate
That I can bite until you scream
So I can bruise and cut your skin so fragilely.
I need someone that will belong to me
I need your blood on my skin
Your tears on my face
I need you to feel as cold as I do
I want to see the fear in your eyes
Just as they felt the fear in mine
I want you to watch me kill those you care for
So it will just be me and you
I want you to scream for me
Especially in bed
I want you to scream my name until your lungs are sore
Make me feel like a king
Because without you, I would surely
Be no more
I would have nothing left
To live for
That's why I ask you today will you be my lovely valentine?
Or this will surely end bloody for me
I will split my wrist if you don't
I will slit my throat if
there is no promise of you in daybreak
and there is no lingering trace of you at night.
for three years of my life you were there
i could depend on you to house me
to feed me, to take care of me.
but then i left because i didn't know
i didn't know what it would be like away
from your blistering chill and your great cooking.
i have returned to you twice a year
ten years i hope you'll accept me once more
one week i hope it can feel natural again.
you send me away with bags packed and car humming
you do not plead for me to stay by your side
you leave no parting words between us.
i cry for you every week and i'm not ashamed
i curse you before i sleep, clutching my pillow
and before i sleep i smell the garlic and coffee scent.
i do not love the paradise you love
i hate the palm trees and i hate the sun
i hate hurricane season and i hate sandy beaches.
i love the snow you complain about
i love burnt tongues from too hot ho