Raw garlic as a throat lozenge
tucked into my cheeks
biting down and gaging at the bitter taste
it was starting to grow green
still alive despite sitting on a shelf
a tea of cayenne pepper
and honey
and apple-cider vinegar
and some more garlic for good measure
this is disgusting
and it goes down harder than cheap malt liquor
like going slow
when my nature is to jump in
shouting i love you from roof tops
i dance around it now
because though my nature has been
openness in the past
the pain has closed me up
getting better is an odd thing
its unpleasant
it takes time

Your heart beats LOUD
Like thunderclap
like things id come to fear
in rougher hands
your lightning lit eyes
remind me that i love storms
In the i used to dance in them way
that i was the bomb at sunday dinner
the passion made thing
you let me be
thank you
thank you
thank you
and you thank me for it
for being what i always was
I lay and listen to your heart and it reminds me
of thunderstorms
when i felt invincible
It reminds me of shouting into the southern sea
against gale force winds
I dont know how to explain
it started this simple thing
it grows everyday
tell me more...youre a book i never want to close.

you're a fire made thing
molten gold
slow burn
in deep earth
boy
i had forgotten what it was
to be a dragon
to dance delirious
on coals with unburnt feet
and swallow treasure
with a manic tongue
you pull both riddle and song from my lips
like fire born of anchient speech
I get to be
and the fire gets to burn
not consume
but burn white hot
like the embers left in winter fires
like the viens of the earth
your eyes remind me
their is fire beneath the surface
of my skin

I sat with you for an hour
I barely said a word
It is so rare that I do that
I wasn't engaged in anything else
or playing on my phone
or playing a game
just watching you play
and laying next to you
It's so easy to feel safe in your arms
so easy to be home
where you are
I'm so uncomfortable with silence
around others
My world is made of words
and you bring peace
I wish  could see you more

I feel silly writing poems
when the world is falling apart
yet I must

Watching shell-shock set in
eyes to the ground
at the ****** scene.
how does one cope
with ignorance and hatred
directed, and winning
How can I tell my friends
to stay safe
when they in turn say
"It's not in my hands"
and it's just become
apparent that thats true.

“And you are fire,”
Did you see it?
The shooting star madness
Deliriousness… speak
Squeal something
Don’t recognize this
Don’t know what it is.
Do you see
Ice melting off my fingers
The board at my back
My hand in the flame
I’ve never had someone know,
Who wasn’t made to see
with time
or talent
or speech