I brushed my hand across what you said
then remembered
the exact moment I discovered
my favorite hiding place
where my heart could take deep breaths
and move away from the shadows
speaking as echoes across my mind.  
I could feel them move far, far away
from my beating heart
taking me to heights
where I could escape to a better place,
I thought I'd never find.

The deepest pain.....all the hurt I feel,
becomes trivial in this journey
where I define myself
and rises above my existence
here in the solitude
I find
within this hiding place.
Here, my heart becomes softly addicted
to leaving behind
the complications which cling
to the railings
of all my inspiration
when I attempt to write
the song of a nightingale
and every bad memory.........
erase.

Today I,
lack ambition.
No energy to seek clarity
Moving in a dense fog
Finding comfort in the unforeseen.
It’s not that I am alone, the phone keeps ringing.
My heart begins leaping
It’s just  
I become so lonely
Seeing that it’s not you on that caller ID.

I want to cut into me

Tear into my flesh

Pull it apart bit by bit

Separate muscle and classify anatomy

Drain blood and watch it congeal

Collect bone, and deflate lungs

Hold my heart and squeeze;feel

With only skin, eyes and brain

I want to see if where my heart was , if there is a soul

do you feel me at all
do you feel my hands around your throat
tightening slowly
do you feel my nails on your leg
cutting you slowly
do you feel my heart beating in your hand
dying slowly

Baby
don't ever leave me
don't die,
or lose interest
is more realistic I guess

Baby
don't ever leave me
you're rough wool sweater
looks quite good on me
And I worked so ******* that painting I gave you last fall
And I really like your laugh
And the smell of the nape of your neck

Baby
don't ever leave  me
I want to grow old with you-
I mean
I want to have your spawn-
I mean
we kind of get along?

So stay
for maybe more than today
I know sometimes I'm afraid
and we've made some mistakes
but just,
don't leave me

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.