
Eye Miss You
I inhaleAndexhale “I missyou”s. —- Under eachClosed lid Hide cursiveChalk lines of “I miss you”; Like doingTime insideThese eyes Not castUpon you Is it’s ownPunishment. ——————— Continue reading Eye Miss You
I inhaleAndexhale “I missyou”s. —- Under eachClosed lid Hide cursiveChalk lines of “I miss you”; Like doingTime insideThese eyes Not castUpon you Is it’s ownPunishment. ——————— Continue reading Eye Miss You
LoveTo leaveSpaces. They wantTo comeInside you, TakethemselvesOut, And See The Impression They wereCapable of TemporarilyLeavingIn you. —- RevelIn the ProlapsedAsshole Of theirPost-CoitalAbsence. ——————- Continue reading Men…
RemovedEnoughFor you? Have youFoundComfort inThe laps(e) Of onesAnd zeros? —- Block me,BabY, Spread meAcross theStratosphere. —- To Find meIs to TentativelyCrush Upon ManyDiscomfortingWhat-ifs. “Ooh, boohoo.Too Challenging.” You Need meForgettable. You Couldn’tHandle thisB-Switch. ——————- Continue reading Are we
The CrypticKeeper. Search for My thinly veiledConcubineOf syllabicSilhouettes. In AnyLanguage, they LoungeThe same- -Just here. —- Men loveto tinkerWith you As ifYou’reNot there. They wantYou toBe thereFor it; DisplayingNo partOf youFor Yourself. —- BreakingMaster peace, BastardizeThe beautyTo BecomeThe Beast. Claw andStarve herInsatiable. —- WhenAbsent They ConjureA mimic; Supposing[And posing] your replica To absoluteFinish. —— There isNo safetyOn the paths Of theMouths,Eyes,Or ears Of men CarvedInto … Continue reading Consider me
Look atThe son Or you –—Will besucked in. —- There isToo muchInfluence There. You felt –——-It inYour bones As youApproachedThe frame; Brushingmagnets Pull andPush In-fluentFriction. —- Every cellsHoOk In proximalforce. LikeThe smallestPiecesOf you DeeplyKnew…. They wereSuddenly Not AloneAnymore. —- ButWe are Alone. Our eyes, Twin blades, Not forClashingIn–toEach-other. —- Be…careful Our Gaze Eclipsed May setMotion, Whether weLike itOr not. Continue reading You cannot
“are you in there?” [or have you migrated, at last?] i’ve found myself sticking my toe in your tank from boredom. “will something bite me?” “can you?” — i see you gnawing on that carcass. she won’t be enough for the likes of you. i know your appetite. and i wonder, “am i not the proper bait for you anymore?” Continue reading shark fishing