Water me down
Like the sky
Weeping into
Open fields of
new grass
Maybe after all, when the sun
Comes peering back
through lonely clouds
I will want to feel alive again
I just hope you
Are still here to
Welcome me back
From the shadows

Rain could pool in your hollow hip bones
Your collar bones could hold water
Which the lust driven imps
Would drink from

You are a woodland king
Bringing out the animal within me

Weave a flower crown to place on your
Lovely head
Complimenting your complex structure

I sink to my knees at your disposal
Only you could make me squirm this way
like maggots feeding upon decay

I felt the flutter in my stomach
The sudden sharp beat in my chest
You are a weakness blooming in my lungs
Vining through my veins

I am lost deep within your woods
But my king, won’t you let me go?

I weigh out my decisions on Libras scales
and hope to god the stars
show me a ******* sign
Nothing in this universe
Is as Devine
As you my darling
I could lap you up
Like a milky galaxy
Explosive like
Nebula on my tongue
Tasting every ounce
Of your brilliance
Your doubts your fears
Your beautiful ******* resilience
But the universe plays
Cruel tricks on me
It shows me affection
Always in the worst ways
The least expected
Secret midnight kisses
In the form
Of a dangerous entity
So I bottle it up all
And throw it to a vicious sea
This is one love
That just can never be

I am made up of
Kitchen tattoos
Teeth with too many
Spaces
Light
but not bright enough
To keep out the darkness
A handful of recipes
On a budget to feed us
Hand sewing to fix a hole
Or two
Sense to get by,
But not sense to make a fortune
Just enough patience
And love to keep our
Home from breaking
Apart

Just enough

Sprawled out in my bed
Made up haphazardly
I reek of corruption
And disdain

The sheets absorb my secrets
My mattress a deceitful
Wretch beneath me

The walls swallow me up  
The room consumes me

With reckless abandon
I made my bed and
Let you lie in it

I thought I’d find all the answers
in solitude
But all I found was the reminder
Of loneliness

Our hands forgot how to nurture
Gentle simplicity
Is lost in our muscle memory

No sunlight and soft whispers
to coax a sprout
Only the chemical warfare route

Foraging a forgotten trade
And now the fruit is engineered
man-made

The neighbors were my friends
But we all boarded up our houses
And wait for the end