I want to shape my car,
Like the rim of a bottle.

Around a tree,
As the cork.

I need to open up to you,
But it's so hard to talk.

With both of our clothes,
Strung on the floor.

It's only when we ****,
And I call you a *****.

Do you ask,
"Can you please talk some more?"

Instead of
"I would **** or die for you,"
On the sand and desert
Of some politician's stupid war,
I have learned to do the hard thing.
Breathing is startlingly intimate.
Consent to breathe with me.
I will live for you.
Fiercely, unflinchingly,
In the mess and filth of being.
I will help others live;
Together we will learn
How best to love.

Lost among the many versions of myself,
The ones I created for you.

The versions you asked for,
You begged and you pleaded.

The more that i multiply,
My sense of self is depleted.

You crave more,
Already sick of who I was yesterday.

I guess I'll forget who I am once more,
Maybe this time it'll be okay.

You know that I'll lose me,
Just so you can stay.

A simple transaction,
Let's do business.

A heart,
For a heart.
Fragments of souls,
Let's trade shards.

My old memories,
Burn them like polaroids.
Replace them with digitalised images of you.

Take my watch,
All of my time is yours.
Look at me,
Exchange our glances.

What of those three words?
Are they too expensive to be said?

An armoury,
A bank.
Even an old homestead.

I'd rob any,
To afford saying them to you.

Sometimes it feels like my problems are stacked
One inside the other
Small into bigger
Bigger into bigger still
Echoes of time lost and found again
Small to start, like the petals on a carnation
Unfurling those petals to make a flower
Rich and heavy as ripe apples in an orchard
Longing to be plucked and eaten
Something sweet to quell the hunger inside
To pass like velvet on my tongue
To smooth and caress.

At times I collapse, drift off into my dreams
When the pressures of life
Have pushed me passed my threshold
I sit quietly and let off steam
A train at a railway station waiting for more coal
I clasp my hands, breathe deeply
And in the hush whisper to myself
These problems will come and go
Summer sun to winter frost
The world will keep on turning
And when all the problems seem ready to jettison
I will pack them away and be left with a beautiful red doll
To place upon my sun filled window sill.

Itching and scratching,
I crave your touch.

Minds but a jumble of thoughts,
Your soft voice calms me.

I gasp for air,
Only you would share your breath.

All food became bland,
Ever since I acquired your taste.

Overthinking,
Drenched with sweat.
Hyperventilating.
Without you,
I'm burdened with stress.

Nicotine doesn't do it for me,
Ever since I became addicted to you.

I'll rearrange the stars,
Write your name among constellations.

I'll govern you a galaxy,
Colours beyond any spectrum.

I'll set off dying stars like fireworks,
Your eyes shine brighter than any nebula.

I'll smith you a corona,
A crown fit for you alone.

I'll chip away at the moon,
Until the shape resembles your smile.

To me,
You're more beautiful than space.

So let me make space,
Beautifully you.

-Tré