Bleed your colors into my cloth
I’m sick of the way I am
I want you to push your fabric over mine
So I can dye you, so you can dye me.
I want you and I sewn into the same garment
And worn by all the eyes who see us.
And when we kiss, we’ll smile through our thimble teeth
And my needles will pierce you, and yours will pierce mine
I’ll write haikus about you like
My woman of twine
I’m thankful your threads were spun
I want to wear you
And when our fibers become loose
And our seems have come to splitting
I hope we fall into the same heap
And I can die with you, and you can die with me
And we can bleed our strings back into the Earth
such an awesome message
and if your arms are too heavy
do not try to lift them
just siphon those chemicals out carefully
you are so potent
i love you
if you feel too fleeting
to be loved by me
i will arrest all ambition
and leave you be
isn’t that dangerous?
i love you
Grace’s tats though.
got my shot back
fire ready aim
everyone’s got lucid dreaming
i have dominant tendencies
i’m not your god dammed wristwatch
don’t check up on reality
when you’re with me
you have nothing left to lose
except maybe all that dreaming
because wishes are for worriers
i wake up at 8am
fix up my sock drawer
go to the bank
elbow you by accident
knock the teeth out of the dock
swim away from the shore
the art of planning
is like the mistake of remembering
i know earthquakes
i spend my time in the door frame
then jump onto the rubble
life doesn’t happen
have given oceans of grief
over accidental circumstances
chisel to stone.
i’m trying to
keep it light between us but
your eyes make me heavy
and i’m weak
i’ve held tight
to walls sturdy
but you’re digging
you only love hard
i like that about you
the veins in your forearms
It began to rain
and walked outside while
I stood in the doorway.
She tempted me with her eyes
They said “come in, the water’s
It took me a moment,
but I found myself in the rain with her.
The smile that grew from the corners of her mouth
found it’s way onto mine,
and we were dancing, smiling children again.
And she would say “But I can’t dance!”
and I would say “But you’re doing it.”
We came inside
and we were still dancing
in the kitchen.
I saw summer inside of her
and nothing else seemed to matter.
When she looked at me
The surrounding universe melted away
And I was all she saw.
I don’t know if I’ll fall in love like that again,
and even though her and I can never be,
I will still remember
the way we danced in June.
You know I don’t need to,
But I’d like to know
If something of your day enlightened you
If I overstay welcome
You can ask me to go
Or to stay if the evening will frighten you.
If you write a line
Of which you are proud
I want to be the one to hear it
A space for your heart,
In my hands, is allowed
Or warn me not to go near it.
If your skin is a shell
Of which you are not keen
I will close my eyes around you
Be you scared, alone,
Or somewhere in-between
I will patiently surround you
If the sun moves slow
And you feel insane
I will point to the sky above you
If your question me
For why I remain
I will tell you why I love you.
The smell of cigarettes melts off my skin,
you do not.
The insults and the corruption is lifted off of me,
you are not.
The indifference and the servitude is forgotten,
while you keep.
The weakness and the gluttony is eradicated
and you remain, still.
Though I try to erect a fortress against you in my mind,
I still find you one of the kindest features of my life.
I fear this gentle feeling
because the future of “hello” seems to always be “goodbye.”
I shy away from uncertainty.
When I wonder if this honey will start tasting line vinegar,
I remind myself that I do not hold tomorrow
like a bell waiting to be rung.
Rather, I let it be a letter I have yet to receive,
or a poem that has yet to find genesis in me.
The feeling I have for you is whole,
I cannot deny the lovely rapture of your palm against my back.
I am afraid you are not merely a column, my dear,
but the Parthenon itself.