Night drive into the lake:
I asked what sea creature
you would be
and you got mythological on my ass.
Godzilla.
Damn.
Respect.
I see you Godzilla.
Night drive into the lake:
I asked what sea creature
you would be
and you got mythological on my ass.
Godzilla.
Damn.
Respect.
I see you Godzilla.
I'm parched, drinking in the sky
by your side.
Your eyes are my favourite blue.
I'm lost in your ocean,
impossibly happy
as my lungs fill with salt.
She's been mouthing all my secrets
to the cracks in the wall,
divining another mystery at my feet.
I can't tell,
everything but her words are avoiding me.
Weeks of silence ring out in the static.
Idle worship
my mind thirsts for your succulence,
let me remain until the sun
bleaches my skin alabaster again.
You are a desert and I'll find water.
You are all the nutrients in this barren land.
White and red, then black again.
The first night I didn't love you
shook me. Hard.
I thought your faint glow
would forever paint the night just right.
Tonight your flame was just a flame.
Tonight your flame was annoying in its resilience,
seeming so eager to burn out.
Alec said it was bound to happen,
they could see the love was missing.
But I long to love you again!
I set the intention.
I will love you again.
The good hurt when you're alone
that last night,
avoiding sticky fingers.
Love starts and ends with you.
Full stop.
Love starts.
Love ends.
The trick is navigating the in-between,
knowing how to say no
to the sirens along the way.
Even the best sounds can be deafening.
She's the good haunting late into the night.
She's the love painted under your eyelids.
She's the good morning after never having slept.
She's the wheeze as you try to speak for the first time in so long your tongue seizes.
She's the one who deciphered your body's secret code.
She's the ache in your bones.
You've been marked and want the world to know.
Are you scared?
Me too.
The scarier the better:
lets get bold in our loverisks.
The sour lady's face is probably stuck that way,
living miserably,
forgetting to make lemonade.
We're gracious as trail strangers,
I'll follow your body anywhere.
Something you said reminded me
of elephant graveyards,
like I found my way back to you,
and I was suddenly overcome
by the beauty of everything.
I ache to scatter my ashes in your mind
to ritualize this moment,
to carve my initials into your cement.
Surrender is two syllables away.
I'm tongue deep in a beautiful thing,
losing all my words along the way.
Half a step from the center of your inferno
floor to ceiling windows watch
the architecture float on down
while smoke beasts howl for reprieve,
finding no relief in your flames.
I've got two heads tonight,
tell me all your dreams:
I could be divine in my solitude, or
just another mouth to feed,
clinging to you.
Tiny moans escape after they close the river.
My brain melts at your touch.
My fingers sing to your skin.
Backseat chorus and your body is a symphony.
You're the muse I didn't ask for,
the ten digits to heaven.
My tongue is getting itchy
trying to find the words...
I'll be here all night.
The tears of twenty one angels
collect in the gutters
of your grandparent's old home:
a silent storm.
You said if I'm
still alone
at thirty-five we were meant to be
old cat ladies together.
Okay.
You spoke of the future like
we were living in a waiting room,
counted all my lovers
and when you ran out of fingers
got nasty.
You fell off the face of the earth
and slept in a stranger's car.
Dangerous woman -
risking more.
The truth was something you wouldn't share,
devotion something I wouldn't give.
We butted heads for nearly a decade,
only sometimes lovingly.
I left the want of eight years on my tongue to dissolve,
tasting of familiarity.
No longer love.
Your potent sexual energy
is distorting reality,
breaking time.
Get outta my head!
No wait, don't.
My mind coalesces on a single track
thinking of all the ways I wanna...
hmmmm
exist in you.
You got me started.
Finish me.