Becoming Firdausi.

To bruise and to claim

I gave you my consent
to fill the empty spaces
between my fingers,
my parted lips,
the strands of my hair…

And now, I tread to bed,
oddly lightheaded
and imbalanced in your absence.
My fingers are fine.
My lips are fine.
My strands are fine.

I gave you my consent.
I forgot,
I had forgotten,
about my heart.

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Breakwaters

Talking to you is an
ache
in the pit of my stomach.
Is this pain…
or, is this
the birth of a thousand
butterflies

Slate/Combust

I wish this drip of acid
was in my brain
Gently corroding,
atrium to
ventricle
A seeping slush of poison,
to contaminate
to contain.

We do not hold hands.

I traced new steps at an old haunt. I saw stars.

Kingdom

In my search of heaven and hell
I found naught.
But there is you,
And I,
And a realm of pleasure
Perhaps
We can find it there.

Crisp

Blue lilies on a frosted lake
The crack of dawn
A pierced finger, oozing blood
Cold gravel,
wet feet upon dewy grass
Condensation all around;
heavy light all
around

I wish the moon was still chasing my car.